Cerene's POV
I moved closer to Peter on the couch.
I placed my hand on his thigh, sliding it slowly upward.
My fingers pressed gently against the fabric of his pants, feeling the muscle underneath.
“Peter,” I whispered, leaning in so my breath brushed against his ear. “You’ve been so tense all day. Let me help you relax.” I kissed the side of his neck lightly, then moved my lips higher, trailing soft kisses along his jaw.
He didn’t pull away immediately, but his body stayed stiff. His hand rested on my waist, but there was no grip, no pull or hunger.
I shifted onto his lap, straddling him. My short dress rode up my thighs as I pressed my body against his.
I took his hand and placed it on my hip, guiding his fingers under the hem of my dress. “Touch me,” I said softly, rocking my
