After the deep kiss, their breaths slowly steadied, but the heat lingered, warm on their lips, warm in their chests, warm in the air around them. Sophie gently brushed her fingers along Bruce's collarbone before pulling back just enough to compose herself.
The elevator door slid close then opened with a soft chime.
Bruce and Sophie stepped out together, the invisible thread between them still taut, still pulling.
Sophie gave him a sideways glance, her cheeks still rosy, her lips still carrying the faint shine of their kiss.
"I can't wait…" she whispered, her voice soft, filled with anticipation.
Bruce's response was immediate.
"Same," he said, low and warm, his gaze lingering on her lips again for a brief moment.
They walked forward, entering the pub area.
Just like six days ago, the place was alive.
Music thumped gently through the wooden floorboards. The smell of alcohol, warm food, and human energy filled the air.
