Chapter 3: Rising Action
In the hushed darkness of the theatre, the scent of old popcorn and the faint murmur of the movie served as a strange, disjointed soundtrack to the song of their breaths. Aivar closed the door behind them, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot in the vast, empty space. Gloria's heart pounded in her chest, a wild drumbeat that seemed to drown out everything else. She could see the outline of his strong jawline, the glint in his dark eyes, even in the dim light. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
He knew her body so well, every curve, every sensitive spot. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Gloria, this is going to be... different," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.
She opened her eyes, her vision adjusting to the darkness. She could make out the shape of him now, his tall frame, his broad shoulders. She could see the glint in his eyes, the way his lips curled into that wicked smile that always promised so much.
"Different how?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.