The door thudded shut behind them. Heavy. Final. The click echoed in the quiet room, and Vex blinked.
"What… what is this?" he asked, confused, still standing by the door. His voice had a rough edge, uncertain.
Asperia stood silently for a few seconds, just watching him. Her chest was rising slowly, deliberately—breaths deep and even. Her lips slightly parted. Her gaze fixed on him, searching… then she stepped forward.
Before he could say anything else, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. Her fingers were cold, and the sudden grip made his muscles twitch.
Then she pulled.
With zero warning, she guided his hand straight onto her right boob—pressing it in.
His palm met the warm curve through the thin fabric of her dress. No bra. His fingers sank in instantly. The softness swallowed his hand. Full. Supple. Too real.
He flinched, visibly.
