It wasn’t supposed to happen.
Just a glance… just a moment.
But when their eyes met across the dim room, something unspoken ignited. She walked toward him slowly, every step filled with quiet confidence. He didn’t move—he couldn’t.
“Dangerous,” he murmured.
“Maybe,” she replied, a teasing smile on her lips.
He reached out, his fingers brushing her hand, sending a spark through both of them. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she moved closer, her heartbeat loud in the silence between them.
His hand found her waist, pulling her into him. Their breaths mingled, warm and restless. Then, without another word, their lips met—soft, lingering, then deeper, filled with everything they had been holding back.
Time blurred. The world outside disappeared.
Her fingers tightened against him, and his touch grew more certain, more intense—but never rushed. Every second stretched, every moment burned.
They both knew it was temporary.
Just one night. Just one mistake.
But as they held onto each other, neither of them cared.
Because some nights…
are meant to be unforgettable.
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