Althea slid closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
Then, without warning, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing herself against him.
Her soft curves molded against his back, and he could feel the teasing smile on her lips.
Ross tilted his head slightly.
"Perhaps," he said in a noncommittal tone. "If the right opportunity comes along, why not?"
Althea smirked, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a good reason soon."
She shifted, pressing a kiss to his neck, her touch light yet deliberate.
The conversation faded as the atmosphere between them shifted. The tension, the anticipation—it was undeniable.
And before long, the quiet night was filled with the sounds of love and pleasure, their celebration taking a far more intimate turn.
***
January 2032 arrived with a flood of offers from top directors, all eager to cast Ross in their films.
