The mirror didn’t just capture her image—it captured the desire smoldering in the air. The dim lighting softened the edges of her silhouette, but nothing could dull the fire in her stance. Her long hair cascaded down her back, teasing the curve of her body as she raised her phone, angling it just right.
She had always known how to play this game—the art of seduction wasn’t just about the body; it was about control. She traced a slow path down her thigh, fingertips pressing against bare skin. The chill of anticipation tingled through her.
A message flashed on her screen.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
She smirked, shifting her weight, letting the thin straps of her lingerie accentuate every movement. The reflection in the glass was her silent accomplice, capturing every stolen moment, every promise left unspoken.
“Come and do something about it,” she replied.
Her heart pounded as she placed her phone down. The waiting was the best part, the ache of suspense building with every second. Soon, footsteps would echo in the hallway. Soon, hands would replace longing stares. Soon, the night would surrender to heat.
The mirror would witness it all.
