Myra's brown eyes widened, her breath catching as she propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising faster.
"What… do you mean?" she asked, her voice hoarse, tinged with nerves but laced with curiosity, her gaze darting to Viora, the tension between them flaring at the shift in tone.
Viora's green eyes narrowed, her lips parting slightly, her body tensing as she sat up, her bare breasts firm in the dim light.
"Yeah, Lor, spit it out," she said, her tone sharp but betraying a spark of interest, her eyes flicking to Myra, then back to him. "What's this about?"
Lor's grin softened, his voice dropping to a smooth, flirtatious drawl. "I'm just saying… you're both here, all worked up, looking like that."
His eyes roamed over them, slow and appreciative, lingering on Myra's freckled curves, Viora's toned lines.
