A Gift For Emma
Megan's friend Emma is craving something more, and Megan delivers.
Morning light spilled gently across the suite, casting long golden ribbons through the sheer curtains. The city was quiet below, still half-asleep. Megan stirred first, tangled in the linen sheets, Kalyna’s arm draped loosely across her waist. The scent of coffee—fresh and rich—filled the air. Mark stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, already dressed, a cup in his hand. His tie hung loose around his neck, and his gaze l...