After Ruth left, Luis went straight upstairs. His sister-in-law Leah's door was tightly shut, as usual. Even when she was home, she avoided going downstairs to escape her mom and sister's nagging.
The door creaked open. Leah, lying on her bed lost in thought, turned her head in alarm. When she saw it was Luis, she pouted and huffed before turning away.
She was wearing a short sleep dress that reached her knees, barely concealing the delicate curves of her calves and the daintiness of her feet. The fan blew her hair gently, her profile exuding a pure, almost ethereal beauty.
The way she lay there accentuated her figure. Though petite and not particularly voluptuous, her waist was especially slender and tender. Her chest pressed against the bed, hinting at its shape.
Her buttocks, however, were undeniably eye-catching—not the full, mature roundness of a woman, but the tight, peach-like firmness of a girl still developing, perky and perfectly shaped, like a heart.
"Wait!"
