Cortland
The lingering aroma of Austin's freshly baked apple pie envelops the room as I stand alone with her in the bedroom. The joviality of our family dinner still lingers, but now it's just us, and the charged energy crackles between us.
Austin's playful touch sends a surge of electricity through me as she brushes her fingers against my arm. Her mischievous eyes twinkle with allure, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. She exudes a captivating presence that I find irresistible.
"I'll be right back," her husky, low voice fills the space as she disappears into the bathroom, leaving me to ponder in anticipation.
Scanning the room, I absorb the essence of Austin reflected in every detail. Her bedroom mirrors her warmth and vibrancy - painted in a soft cream hue with family portraits an
