He watched her through the glass wall as she prepared for their night together. She moved with a grace that hinted at the passion she held within, her every breath a silent invitation. The soft glow of candles flickered across her skin, casting a warm and sensual light that seemed to intensify the shadows that danced over her body.
Her movements were deliberate and slow, each step measured and calculated. She wore a silken robe that clung to her curves, teasing him with glimpses of what lay beneath. As she reached for a drawer, her robe slipped open enough to reveal a tempting glimpse of lace and skin.
His heart pounded in his chest, anticipation mixing with desire. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, to feel her skin against his, to lose himself in her embrace. But he knew that he had to wait, that his time would come soon enough.
