Chapter 2: Building Tension
The bedsheets were cool against her skin as Arpit gently laid her down, the velvet comforter enveloping them in a soft, warm embrace. The suite was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the city lights filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. The air was thick with anticipation, each breath tainted with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hint of ozone from the storm outside.
Arpit's hands were everywhere, exploring her body with a confidence she found both terrifying and exhilarating.