Roxie Willis

It was late. Too late for visitors—and yet, he was there.

It was late. Too late for visitors--and yet, he was there.She opened the door without asking who it was. She knew. She recognized his footsteps in the hallway, the way her heart always skipped when he was near.There was guilt in both their eyes. And still... neither of them stopped."Tell me to leave," he said, voice low and rough with restraint.But she didn't say a word. She simply turned and walked inside, leaving the door open behind her.That was all the permission he needed.In that thick, breathless silence, he dropped his jacket on the floor and followed her--quick, unsure steps that held years of unspoken desire. The bedroom was dark, but moonlight spilled across her skin. She was wearing nothing but a white shirt... long, soft, and not hers.Maybe his."You know I shouldn't be here," he said from the doorway, every word heavy with conflict."And yet..." she turned slightly, her voice warm, inviting, "...here you are."He didn't answer. He just stepped forward.When his hand found her waist, everything else disappeared.They weren't friends. Not tonight.They weren't supposed to want each other.But in this moment, they were just bodies, breath, and longing held too tightly for too long.He pulled her closer, and she melted into him with a need that had been burning silently under the surface.It was never a matter of if.Only when.And tonight was the answer.