He hesitated.
She withdrew it.
Then, almost angrily at herself, she grabbed the corner of the sheet and yanked it up.
A lock of hair. Long. Dark. Not hers.
That was it.
He didn’t need to see any more.
His body stiffened, as if someone had replaced his blood with glass. For a second, two, three… nothing. No thought. No logic. Just a raw, direct, almost animalistic sensation.
Then came.
A wave.
Hot. Violent.