Hermosa y Perra

The night had already worked its magic by the time Sapphire Astrea followed me into my bedroom. Her red dress shimmered in the low light, clinging to her with a confidence that left me breathless. She sat on the edge of my bed, eyes blazing with the same fire that had pulled me in all evening. With a slow smile, she took my hand and guided it to the thin strap on her shoulder. “Take it off,” she whispered, as if inviting me into a secret meant for us alone. The room tightened around us, warm and electric, every second stretching with anticipation. As the fabric slipped away, so did the last traces of distance between us.