Clara stood.
Inviting. Erotic.
Kael's pulse raced, his hazel eyes locked on her, the gym's distant clanks fading, the scent of her antiseptic mingling with her skin's warmth.
Clara stepped closer, her lab coat rustling, her voice low, sultry.
"Been a long damn time since we fucked, Kael. What, now that you got money, you forgot me?"
Kael's grin flashed, his voice smooth, teasing, his t-shirt creased from the day.
"Forget you, Clara? Your stiches are still carved into my skin, every shower, every glance in the mirror—it's you I see." He closed the gap, his hand grazing her hip, the lab coat's edge brushing his fingers, her skin hot, sparking heat through him.
"Just been saving the best for last, you know."
"Best, huh?" Clara's lips curled, her green eyes glinting, her hand trailing up his chest, nails grazing his t-shirt, her touch electric.
