Chloe's lips were soft against mine, her body warm and inviting as she pressed closer. The stress of the evening began to melt away under her touch. Her fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt with practiced ease, and I found myself getting lost in the moment.
"I missed you," she whispered against my neck, her breath sending shivers down my spine.
"I'm here now," I murmured back, my hands finding the silk of her hair.
She pulled back to look at me, her eyes dark with desire. "No more talk about enemies or danger tonight. Just us."
I was about to agree when my phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the intimate atmosphere like a blade.
Chloe's face fell. "Don't answer it."
I glanced at the screen. Victor Thorne. My stomach dropped. Victor never called this late unless something was seriously wrong.
"I have to," I said apologetically.
Her shoulders sagged, but she nodded. "Answer it."
I swiped the screen. "Victor, what's wrong?"
