In the dimly lit room, a woman named Isabella, with her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders and her bold red lipstick, was waiting anxiously for her lover, Ethan. She had met him at an art gallery a week ago and they had been inseparable since then.
Ethan, a ruggedly handsome man with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, walked into the room, his gaze immediately finding Isabella. He strode over to her, his eyes never leaving hers, and took her face in his hands, gently pressing his lips to hers.
Isabella responded eagerly, parting her lips to let his tongue explore her mouth. She could feel the heat building between them as their bodies pressed together. Ethan’s hands wandered down to her waist, pulling her closer still.
