"Come on, my love," she said softly, voice full of warmth and anticipation. "Let's go."
Saying that, Sophie unlocked the door to her apartment with a soft click, the warm ambient lighting from inside spilling out into the hallway like a welcoming embrace.
She stepped in first, still holding Stan's hand, and gently guided him toward the comfortable armchair in the living area, the same one where they had shared many quiet evenings before.
The space smelled faintly of garlic, herbs, and melted cheese, a homely aroma that wrapped around them both.
"Wait for me here, Stan," she said softly, her voice full of tender affection. She leaned down and pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his forehead. "Let me go get your food and some water. You've had a long day, my love."
Stan settled into the chair with a relaxed sigh, watching her move gracefully toward the kitchen.
The thin champagne nightgown swayed around her thighs, clinging to every curve as she walked.
