Chapter 3: Rising Action
Natasha knelt before Darren, her heart pounding in her chest like a kick drum at a rock concert. Her hands trembled slightly as she gathered her long, brown hair into a messy bun, tucking loose strands behind her ears. She could feel the heat radiating from Darren's body, see the way his abs tightened as he watched her, waiting.
"Tash," Darren started, his voice low and husky, "you don't have to—"
"I want to," she interrupted, looking up at him through her lashes.