Daniel was 28. He didn’t expect to be drawn to someone like Elise—confident, composed, with eyes that had seen too much and still knew how to tease.
They met at a friend’s party. While the others drank and laughed, she leaned in close and said, “I like men who don’t try too hard.” Her breath tickled his neck.
“What do you like them to do then?” he asked.
Her lips brushed his ear. “Let me show them what I want.”
It wasn’t just the words. It was the pause between them that made his pulse race.