Sexy

She watches Alex's jaw go slack. His coffee mug hovers halfway to his mouth, frozen. She lets the moment stretch, the pink fabric of the tube top catching the morning light, the curve of her areolas just visible at the hem. She doesn't move to adjust it. She just stands there, her hands resting lightly at her sides, her weight shifting slightly onto one hip.

Alex finally sets the mug down. He swallows, his voice rough when it comes out. "Sarah. You're... you're fucking sexy."

The words hang in the air between them. She feels a slow flush creep up her chest, but she doesn't look away. She lets a small, knowing smile curve across her lips, her eyes flicking to Joe for just a moment before settling back on Alex.

"That's a strong word," she says, her voice soft, almost teasing. "I thought I was just making a statement."

She takes a slow step forward, the pink socks muffling her footsteps on the wood floor. She stops just a few feet from Alex, close enough that the scent of her shampoo — something floral, still lingering from the shower — carries across the space between them.

"Does it live up to the leather? Or did I manage to top it after all?" Her head tilts, a strand of hair falling across her cheek, and her fingers brush the hem of the tube top as if she's considering adjusting it, then don't. "I told you I'd end the show with something worth remembering."

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