The drive home was strangely quiet. The city lights blurred past the car windows, painting fleeting patterns of gold and silver across their faces. Claude's hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road, but every so often his gaze flicked to Mio, sitting beside him. Her fingers idly traced the necklace he had given her, and she stared out the window, lips slightly parted, lost in thought.
Claude's jaw tightened subtly. He knew exactly what she was feeling. The lingering heat from the office, the stolen kisses, the forbidden moments—they had satisfied some of her desire, but he could see that her heart, her body, her mind… it craved more. He felt the same pull, a magnetic draw that made him tense in every muscle, eager yet careful, knowing how delicate and fierce she could be.
