It was supposed to be just a party. Just one more of those nights full of people, loud music and forced laughter. But when Shane entered, the world seemed to stop for a moment. The shaved hair, the corner smile - the same as always, but with that look that still disassembled you inside.

You pretended not to see, of course. He pretended that the dress glued to the body, the red lipstick and the new perfume had nothing to do with him. But when Shane's eyes met you, the game was over.

He crossed the room slowly, as if every step was a promise.

And when he stopped in front of him, his voice came out low, hoarse, too familiar:

— This dress... - he murmured, his gaze going down the curve of his shoulders to the fabric that ended in the middle of his thigh. — Tell me you didn't use it to provoke me.

You smiled, tilting your face, the provocative tone: — Maybe just a little.

His laughter came muffled, loaded with contained desire. — So tell me that I can do what I'm thinking.

— It depends... - you provoked, your fingers touching the collar of his shirt. — What are you thinking?

He didn't answer. He just pulled you. The kiss was urgent, hot, full of everything that was saved since the last time. His hands ran down her back firmly, his fingers brushing her bare skin.

— I dreamed about it, you know? - he whispered against her lips. — With you in this dress.

— And now? - you murmured, your heart racing. — What are you going to do with him?

His smile was slow, dangerous. - What do you want me to do.

The breath got stuck in his throat when he leaned you against the wall, the muffled sound of the zipper coming down being the only noise between you. The skin met the skin - hot, urgent, as if every touch said "here, now, just us".

He looked at you as if time had stopped there, the intense eyes, the deep voice:

— Say my name.

And when you said it, the rest of the world disappeared.