"You… you really are a bad girl," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low, husky murmur, tinged with affection and hunger.
Rhea's breathless giggle slipped free, a faint, trembling sound. "I know…" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. Her silver-blue eyes sparkled, a mix of mischief and need. Her lips, still wet and warm, curled into a faint smile.
He leaned forward, pressing another gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead. A sweet, calming touch after the storm.
And then, they stepped out of the changing room. Estella stood waiting, arms crossed, a knowing smile playing at her lips. "What took you two so long?" she asked, her voice light but sharp, her emerald-green eyes tracing over them.
Mikhailis grinned, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle. "Oh, you know… quality control."
Rhea's cheeks flushed, but her silver-blue eyes remained calm, her expression perfectly composed. "Ensuring the fit is perfect, My Lady."
