Rachael stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately gliding over her skin as she applied a touch of makeup.
She preferred it light—just enough to enhance her features without feeling caked under layers of products.
The soft glow of her vanity lights highlighted her natural beauty, but her mind wasn’t on her reflection; it was drifting somewhere far more dangerous.
She bit her lip, trying to focus on perfecting the wing of her eyeliner, but the memory of that heated encounter with Adrian in the car earlier that day played on a loop in her mind.
She blushed, the corner of her lips twitching into a small smile. She could still feel the heat of his touch, the urgency in his kisses.
But underneath that brief thrill was an ache she couldn’t quite shake. How had she ended up here? Tan
