The knock at the door shattered the moment.
What had been building a slow, smoldering fire ready to consume them both sputtered out in the chill of interruption. Raellyn froze for a breath, her hands still lingering near Arnav’s thighs, while her mind registered the unwelcome reality. Arnav's face twisted in visible frustration, his jaw clenched, brows furrowed like a storm gathering across his features. Disappointment radiated from him in waves. He looked absolutely wrecked.
Raellyn, however, couldn’t help herself. A light giggle escaped her lips, soft and dangerous. The contrast between his sulky pout and their still-thick air of desire made the whole situation absurdly amusing.
She tilted her head slightly, raising her voice toward the door without even standing. “Yes? What is it?”
