JOSH :
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quiet suburban street. Josh stood on the doorstep, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
He had just met Clara, Clad's mother, earlier that day at the local coffee shop. She was stunning—her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile warm and inviting.
When she mentioned she was making dinner and invited him over, he couldn't refuse. Clad, her son, was out working late, and the thought of spending time with her alone was both thrilling and dangerous.
The door creaked open, and there she stood, dressed in a silk robe that clung to her curves. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and something darker, something Josh couldn't quite place.
"Come in, Josh," she purred, step
