Chapter 3: Rising Action
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The late afternoon sun spilled through the sheer curtains of Shiven’s apartment, casting golden streaks across the polished wooden floors and the plush, charcoal-gray sofa where they had left their coffee untouched. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans still lingered in the air, mingling with the faint, musky aroma of Advika’s perfume—a heady blend of vanilla and something darker, something that made Shiven’s pulse quicken every time he caught a whiff of it.
He wanted to explore every inch of her, to trace the lines of her body with his fingers, his lips, his tongue.
But he also wanted to see her like this, with Ranvir. He wanted to watch her respond to them both, to see the way her body would arch and tremble under their combined touch. He wanted to see the way Ranvir would look at her, the way his eyes would darken with desire, the way his breath would hitch as he watched Shiven touch her.
Shiven’s gaze flicked up to meet Ranvir’s, his expression thoughtful.