After Jonathan finally disappeared, Young Aether almost felt the urge to chase after him. Every instinct screamed that this was a terrible idea. He would rather limp across the entire city than remain alone with his friend's wives.
Especially... Sasha Vale.
"Do you need a hand?" Sasha asked, lazily 'stroking' her fingers through the silky strands of her hair. The playful curve of her lips and the lingering look in her eyes carried far more meaning than her innocent words ever could.
Young Aether silently looked at the woman standing before him.
The thin fabric clinging to her figure did little to conceal the graceful outline of her body. Her slender waist flowed into soft, feminine curves, while her short hair rested over smooth shoulders.
Just... panties and bra!
Every slow step she took radiated quiet confidence, making it painfully obvious that she had no intention of behaving herself.
He sighed inwardly.
He didn't want to hurt Sasha.
More importantly...
