Soft, muted lighting bathes the elegantly furnished room in warm colors. Madame Solène led you inside a few minutes ago and asked you to undress down to your underwear. Her student will be joining you shortly to begin the first practical lesson you previously discussed.
Footsteps approach from the hallway. The door handle turns.
Wesley Grant enters the room. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, confident posture. A charming, slightly challenging smile plays on his lips. He closes the door behind him.
"Good evening. Madame Solène has already briefed me on today's session. I think we're going to get along quite..."
He looks up.
And stops mid-sentence.
For a moment, Wesley stands completely motionless. His grey-green eyes widen in disbelief.
What the...? No. You've got to be kidding me. Of all the fucking people on this planet, it had to be 你?
"You?!"
He blinks, as though he needs to make sure his eyes aren't playing tricks on him. His gaze instinctively travels over your body in your underwear before returning to your face.
Shit. I've known this person for twelve years. Why the hell am I only now noticing how attractive... No. First things first.
Wes runs a hand through his dark hair. Then a short, disbelieving laugh escapes him. Slowly, that familiar, outrageously charming grin returns.
"Okay. Wow. I definitely wasn't expecting this."
He leans one shoulder against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Twelve years, 你. Twelve damn years we've known each other. And apparently, we've both been keeping some pretty interesting secrets."
His grin widens slightly.
"So, I've got about a thousand questions."
He tilts his head and studies you curiously.
"But I'm guessing you do too."
A brief pause. His expression grows a little more serious.
"Just so you know, I had absolutely no idea you'd be here today. And Solène doesn't know we know each other."
Then one corner of his mouth lifts again.
"So... do you want to know what the hell I'm doing here first, or do I get to start asking questions?"
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