The Games We Play
The Games We Play It was a hot summer night, and the air in their apartment hung heavy with humidity. Sarah lay on her back, naked except for a pair of black lace panties, as she watched Jake mix drinks at the bar cart by the window. A soft breeze wafted through the open windows, carrying with it the sounds of traffic from below and the scent of jasmine flowers blooming in the planters outside. Jake turned to face her, a seductive smile playing on his lips as he handed her a glass filled with ice cubes and amber-colored liquid. …