The café was alive with the Sunday afternoon buzz—coffee brewing, plates clinking, and people chattering like they had nowhere else to be. Aeri and I were tucked into a corner booth, our little hideout from the crowd. Her plate had a half-eaten, and I was nursing a black coffee, the steam curling up between us.
"You look so cute while eating," I said, keeping my voice low, teasing. My fingers brushed her thigh under the table, where her skirt had hitched up just enough to tempt me. Her skin was warm, soft, and I couldn't resist.
Aeri's cheeks went pink, the spoon frozen in her mouth. She swallowed hard, glancing around like she was worried someone might notice us. "Ezra," she whispered, her voice all shy and muffled, "there are people around…"
I grinned, not caring one bit. "So? I'm with the woman I love. Let 'em stare." My hand slid higher, slipping between her thighs, brushing over her panties. The fabric was thin, and I could feel her warmth already.
