“You’re the only person who makes me tremble with desire just thinking about you”—her body reacted before she even realized it. Her heart raced, her hands grew warm, and a slow shiver ran down her neck. She imagined his breath close by, that low voice saying her name as if it were a forbidden secret. Just remembering the way he looked at her—intense, firm, as if he could pierce her skin and read every hidden desire—was enough to awaken her whole body. The door opened slowly. He entered. His smile wasn't innocent. It was the kind that promised everything without saying anything. She didn't say a word. She didn't need to. He walked towards her slowly, with calculated steps, looking into her eyes as if he already knew the effect he had. When he was close enough, he rested his forehead against hers. The warmth, the closeness, the scent she would recognize even with her eyes closed… everything mingled. “So I make you tremble?” he murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. She smiled, feeling her whole body crave more. “You have no idea.” He held her face with gentle firmness, and in that instant she knew: whatever came next was inevitable.