I slid out of bed and stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling into her neck. She smelled like warm vanilla clinging to her skin. "You look gorgeous," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. She giggled, the sound light and airy, as she leaned back into my embrace. Her hand came up to cover mine, the warmth of her touch sending a bolt of electricity down my arm. "Thanks, babe," she said, her voice a low purr. "But we can't get sidetracked. It's already 7:30, and we don't want to keep the birthday boy waiting." I nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her embrace. We had to get ready, and time was ticking. I threw on some jeans and a button-down shirt. As we arrived at Lisa's, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. What would the night bring? Would Rachel's mind be with us, watching our every move? Or would she remain a silent observer?. ...