Chapitre 55: A PASSIONATE TANGO

Dahlia's fingers, cold from the chill of the fridge, clutched the bottle in her grasp as she swung the door closed. But as she turned, her gaze caught on a vision that stole her breath.

William stood before her, his torso bare, the muscles of his abdomen rippling in the dim light.

"Why are you out here shirtless?" Dahlia asked, her voice a breathless question.

A devilish grin traced William's lips as he stepped closer, his hands disappearing into the pockets of his trousers. "What?" He purred, his voice a soft caress.

The space between them collapsed with each step William took, his presence a palpable force that seemed to pull Dahlia closer.

"Am I not allowed to walk shirtless?" He asked, his words a seductive lilt that made her knees weak.

Dahlia, caught in his spell, found her voice deserted her. Her eyes, dark and smoldering, traced the contours of his chest, drinking in the sight of him.