The teen ex, her once familiar face now a study in mature curves, looks at him with a mix of longing and apprehension. He takes in her heaving chest, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and the subtle rise and fall of her skirt. His heart races, his cock stirring at the sight of her, so close yet still forbidden. She reaches out, her hand hovering near his, and he can feel the heat radiating from her, the promise of what could be if only they dared to cross that line again.