The alluring sound of his mother's voice triggered a surge of anticipation within him as he heard her approaching footsteps become louder. His heart raced in his chest, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and arousal. When she finally appeared in the doorway, seeing the look on her face—part curiosity, part concern—sent a wave of heat coursing through his veins.
Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still. She took a step forward, her hips swaying subtly beneath her silk robe. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the inviting curves on display. As she stopped at the foot of his bed, he felt a nervous shift in his stomach.
Her voice was soft yet commanding as she asked what he thought she would find him doing. Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him.
