She stood by the window, moonlight tracing her shoulder like a lover’s breath. He watched her from across the room, the silence between them thick with anticipation. Her eyes met his — not shy, not bold, but knowing. She walked slowly, deliberately, each step a promise. When she reached him, her fingers brushed his wrist, and the world narrowed to the space between their skin. His hand found the small of her back, and she leaned in, her lips grazing his cheek, not yet a kiss, just heat. The air pulsed.