KESTER.
She stood there, her wide, curious eyes scanning the lavish space as if trying to piece together the reason she was there. I dismissed the escort with a subtle flick of my fingers, my attention solely on her now.
"Mine?" I called, pushing myself up from the plush seat.
Her curiosity tugged at something deep inside me, an unfamiliar warmth blooming in my chest. I liked seeing her like this—intrigued, a little cautious, but drawn in. It made me want to do more for her, give her more, just to see that spark again.
She didn't necessarily 'need' any of these. She had them in abundance. Her life was already filled with luxury. But I'd learned that it wasn't about the things themselves—it was about the gesture, about experiencing something together, about watching her smile because sh
