Driving with Aeliana beside me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and determination. Tonight was going to be different. I planned to play my usual game, seducing her and then walking away, just another notch on my belt.
Glancing at Aeliana from the corner of my eye, I noticed her expression was stoic, but her fingers tapped impatiently on her thigh, betraying her restlessness.
Her black hair fell in soft waves around her face, catching the light from the dashboard and creating a halo effect that was almost angelic.
Yet, there was nothing angelic about the intensity in her eyes, a deep brown that seemed to bore into my soul. Her lips, slightly pursed, hinted at the unspoken questions swirling in her mind. The rhythmic tapping of her fingers was like a metronome, ticking down the moments until she finally voiced her curiosity.
"Ciara, where are we going?" she asked, suspicion lacing her voice, a voice that was usually so composed and sure, now tinged with unease.
