Chapter 2: The Dance of Temptation

The buzz from the wine had enveloped them, emboldening her as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shifted closer, fingers dancing gently across his chest. “What do you think about lingerie?” she mused, her voice sultry, coaxing.

He stumbled over his words, the wine and the moment warming him from the inside out. “I, uh, find it attractive,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s a start!” she said, the mischief in her eyes dancing like flames. “But what kind do you prefer?” Her grin widened, and his mind raced—not sure whether she meant for himself or on a girl, and the absurdity of the thought sent a flicker of embarrassment coursing through him.

“Smooth and lacy panties,” he replied, his voice steadying as he leaned into the moment.

“Oh, so that’s what you like to wear?” she teased, and he felt warmth flood his cheeks.

He stuttered, flustered under her gaze, “I thought you meant what I like to see...”

“Have you ever tried on panties before?” she asked without missing a beat, her playful demeanor still surrounding them like a warm blanket. The sitcom resumed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had momentarily escaped, but fate had other plans. She muted the TV, the world outside fading away as the intimacy deepened.

“Why are you asking me that?” he ventured, confusion mixing with intrigue.

Her smile danced playfully, “Well, I noticed a little ... difference in you when that sexy commercial aired.” He could feel the heat creeping up his neck again—secrecy against vulnerability scrolling through his mind.

“So, what style do you think?” she pressed, her fingers still lingering on his knees, drinking her glass while nudging him to finish his.

He raised an eyebrow, leaning into the teasing vibes of the moment. “You’re not giving up on this, are you?”

“Nope.” Her confidence surged as she handed him his glass, their fingers brushing together, sending a slight shiver down his spine.