Perhaps it was the subtle confidence that comes from the awakening of desire, but Kristinav Johnson looked significantly more mature and alluring than she had during our initial, tense encounter. Her movements were fluid, her gaze lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. I couldn't help but feel a swell of internal pride—after all, I liked to think I was the one responsible for that newfound glow in her eyes.
"Well, well," she said, leaning against the frame of her luxury sedan, her eyes tracing the lines of my clean-shaven jaw and the sharper edges of my new haircut. "Look at you. If you actually put in the effort to clean up, you’re almost a different person. I didn't realize there was a handsome man hiding under all that scruff and bitterness."
I wasn't sure if she was genuine
