The night was painted in shades of amber and flame, the glow of jack-oâ-lanterns flickering across their skin.
Nami leaned against the railing with a teasing smirk, her pumpkin-orange bikini hugging her curves like it was made for sin. Every tilt of her hips made the lanterns dance, every glance over her shoulder dared you to look a little longer.
Robin stood beside her, serene and magnetic, the firelight tracing over the soft lines of her body. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiledâslow, secretive, the kind of smile that said she already knew what you were thinking.
A cool autumn breeze slipped through, but neither of them shivered. They were heat against the chill, beauty against the darknessâtwo women who turned a simple Halloween night into something worth remembering.
> âCareful,â Nami whispered. âYou stare too long, and youâll end up enchanted.â
Robinâs laugh was soft as smoke. âThat might be the point.â