Dusk.

The city hummed through the slight shift of her hip—a distant rumble against your gaze. A trace of heat rose to the tip of her tongue, a hint of summer caught in the wetness as you brushed silk from her shoulder. A shiver traced its way down her spine, not just from the cool air rising off the sand. The faintest curve of her lips at the memory, a silent question in those dark eyes. A smile then – quick and fleeting, but perfectly yours.”