The man gently swirled the glass in his hand and turned his face to gaze at her.
She had just finished bathing, her long hair was not blow-dried and hung wet on her shoulders, wrapped in nothing but a white bathrobe. The warm light of the standing lamp cast her profile in a soft golden hue.
The bathrobe was loosely tied and, because of her arms crossed over her chest, the neckline fell open further, revealing the tempting curves of her collarbones and a swath of enticing porcelain skin. Below that, shadows whispered of even more allure.
He suddenly felt his lips were dry.
He had been working overtime these past days so he could take a week off to spend with their mother and son. The whole day had been hectic, and it wasn't until the evening that he finally got some downtime.
As soon as he relaxed, this woman appeared in his mind like a spell.
He wanted to see her.
So he made that phone call, but her voice wasn't enough, he still wanted to see her.