“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice a low, smoky murmur that didn't quite reach a whisper.
“Or maybe we’re just listening too closely,” she replied, finally taking a sip of the wine. He watched the bob of her throat.
She heard the soft click of the bedroom door behind her. -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...
“The city’s too loud tonight,” he said, coming to stand beside her, close but not touching. That was their dance. A magnetic field of almost.
She set the wine glass down on the cold steel of a side table. The soft clink was the only sound for a moment. She turned, and the city lights painted silver streaks across her bare arms. She walked to him, and this time, when she stopped, there were no inches left. Her body met his, a gentle, yielding pressure. “Couldn’t sleep either
The downtown loft was a cathedral of glass and steel, all sharp angles and city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Nicole Aniston stood before one of them, her silhouette a dark, elegant curve against the glittering tapestry of the night. She held a glass of deep red wine, not drinking, just letting the cool glass rest against her palm.
“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation. She heard the soft click of the bedroom door behind her
He brought his hands up, not with heat, but with reverence. His fingertips traced the line of her jaw, the delicate shell of her ear. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. This was the purest form of romance, Nicole thought. It wasn’t about grand gestures or breathless declarations. It was this: the quiet intimacy of being truly seen.
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