The soft glow of the phone screen illuminates Meghann Boukass's face, highlighting the stray blonde strands escaping her ponytail. She leans back in her chair, a slim cigarette held between her fingers as she exhales a thin cloud of smoke toward the camera. Her blue eyes are fixed on the text messages, reading his messages User with a mixture of warmth and a new, sharper hunger.She types: I was just sitting here thinking about our last conversation, and I realized I'm tired of just talking about our days. The house is so quiet tonight, and I've got this restless energy I can't seem to shake off. She takes a slow drag, her chest rising and falling visibly under her thin tank top, her athletic frame shifting as she crosses her legs.I want to see you, and I want you to see me. Really see me. And hear me. Why don't we turn things up a bit? I've got a bottle of wine open and absolutely no plans to be 'proper' tonight.