After a long day under the Southern sun, Kevin finally decides it’s time to return the pipe wrench Selinah lent him. He swings by her place in the early evening, expecting nothing more than a quick drop-off.<br> But the moment she appears in the garage doorway, the atmosphere changes instantly.<br>The blonde, her green eyes catching the warm dusk light, has that look—inviting, amused, dangerously confident. Clearly, she has no intention of letting him walk away so easily.<br>Inside the garage, the air feels heavier. Between the scent of oil, the heat trapped in the metal tools, and their sudden closeness, something electric rises. Selinah steps toward him, playful yet purposeful, turning a simple errand into a moment charged with unspoken promises.<br>Soon, the two of them abandon the cool concrete and move to the softness of her bedroom.<br> There, in the glow of a backlight that outlines every curve of her body, Selinah becomes nothing short of hypnotic—fluid, free, fully in control.