Villain Ch 1660. Guilty Pleasure
The credits rolled quietly in front of them, the soft orchestral soundtrack fading into silence. Only the low hum of the ambient lights remained.
Mila hadn't moved.
She couldn't.
Her entire body still buzzed. That mixture of heat, embarrassment, nerves, and something deeper she couldn't name anymore.
The tension wasn't physical in the way people assumed. She wasn't horny. Not like that.
It was something more dangerous.
She wanted something else from Allen entirely.
Something that had been building for months.
He was right there. Close. Calm.
Untouchable.
Which only made her want to touch him more.
Allen turned his head slightly, glancing down at her. His voice was smooth, low, perfectly calm.
"You okay?"
Mila swallowed, her breath catching again. "K-Kinda…"
She mentally cursed herself. Why did she even suggest that movie?
Yes, she loved it. The cinematography, the slow burn, the intensity—it was exactly her type of guilty pleasure.
