Without A Word
One look was all it took. No names, no promises, just a night of raw, relentless passion She spotted him across the bar — tall, broad, dark beard shadowing his jaw, a black T-shirt stretched tight across his chest, jeans riding low on narrow hips. Their eyes locked — A jolt, instant and electric. No smile. No words. Just mutual understanding. Pure, magnetic hunger. He pushed away from the bar, and she turned without hesitation, leading him through the crowd without a backward glance. The hallway behind the ba...