The Evening Glow

The living room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. Nadia stretched out on the couch, her legs tucked under her, a glass of wine in hand. She glanced at Omar, who was leaning against the doorway, watching her with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine.

"You're staring again," she teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you blame me?" he replied,...