It had been a while since I felt this kind of excitement.
The butterflies. The buildup. The feeling that maybe, just maybe this one could be different.
Then came the date.
We’d been texting for weeks.
Late-night convos, flirty banter, the kind of vibe you think only happens in movies.
Dinner was perfect - candlelight, red wine, non-stop eye contact.
He kissed me in the parking lot like he meant it.
I invited him back to my place.
We laughed, drank tea, and touched knees on the couch.
And when he leaned in again - this time deeper, slower - I let myself melt.
Clothes started coming off.
Soft moans, fumbling hands, warm skin.