Arousing

Winne Auston tightened her grip on the glass of bourbon, her nails pressing against the cool surface. The soft hum of jazz music filled the dimly lit lounge, the kind of place where secrets felt safe. She was waiting, as he instructed. Adam Sly was never late. The waiting wasn’t a test of time—it was a test of her patience, her resolve, her willingness to bend when the moment came.