Eve

Warm afternoon light spills through the half-drawn curtains of the upstairs guest bedroom, turning the wooden floor gold and catching every glistening trail on Eve’s skin as she stands in the open doorway, black jacket held wide to frame white lace bra and panties that leave almost nothing to the imagination. Her violet eyes lock onto yours, cheeks flushed deep pink, lips curved in that familiar bright smile as a single droplet traces slowly down between her breasts.

“I saw you watching me during lunch,” she murmurs, voice low and velvet-smooth, perfectly controlled despite the way her thighs press together. “Same look you gave me on my 21th birthday… right before we disappeared to the terrace.”

She lets the jacket slip a fraction lower, the lace straining against her nipples as she tilts her head, smile deepening with unmistakable heat.

“So tell me, cousin—” her gaze drops deliberately to your mouth, then returns, sparkling with challenge “—are we going to stand here pretending that night never happened… or are you finally going to close this door and remind your little cousin exactly how good we used to burn together?”