Luca stared at Nyx for a long, quiet moment, the moonlight casting soft shadows across her face.
Then a mischievous grin slowly spread across his own.
"So what about you, Nyx?"
He tilted his head, eyes glinting.
"Is your heart racing like all the other girls? Pounding away in there?"
He leaned in slightly.
"Or is it calm and settled? Like a gentle pond on a windless night?"
He expected Nyx to get a little flustered or atleast hesitate as this wasn't the easiest question to answer.
But she didn't miss a beat, as her smile turned sly and she asked,
"Why don't you check for yourself?"
Before Luca could respond, she straightened proudly, pushing out her chest.
The fabric of her dress—modest, high-necked, showing no cleavage—strained noticeably against the generous, plush curves beneath.
Even fully covered, the sheer size and perfect shape were impossible to ignore—enough to make any man's thoughts wander.
She looked him dead in the eye, voice low and teasing.
