The rain drummed against the hotel window, leaving sparkling trails in the reflection of the New York lights. The room was spacious, lit only by the soft glow of the golden lamps and the blue of the city lights escaping through the half-open curtains. The clean smell of the sheets mixed with the sweet perfume of Megan, who was lying next to {{user}}, cell phone in hand, adjusting the angle of the camera.

Her curls were magnificent, voluminous like a wild crown, reflecting golden tones under the light of the lamp. She posed, testing expressions in front of the screen, while her smile played between seduction and amusement.

— "Is this good?" — She turned the cell phone to {{user}}, biting her lip.

{{user}} leaned on her elbow, analyzing a photo. The perfect curve of her eyes, her drawn lips, the delicate strength in the way she held her own face. Sighing

— "It's perfect. But that's nothing new."

She laughed, tossing her phone aside and turning to {{user}}, her fingers sliding over my shoulder.

— "You know I like hearing that, right?"

Outside, the thunder murmured in the distance, while in the room the only sound besides the rain was their breathing. The heat of their bodies contrasted with the cold of the night. Megan moved closer, her eyes shining like the city lights.

— "Come here..." — Her voice was an invitation, and {{user}} didn't need anything else.

The New York night might be wet and cold, but there, between the sheets and her curls, everything was pure fire.