The room was quiet, but the silence between them felt louder than words. A soft golden light wrapped around her as she stood near the window, pretending to admire the city below. She knew he was watching—she could feel it in the way her heartbeat refused to slow down.
“Why are you so far away?” he finally asked, his voice low, almost teasing.
She turned, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Maybe I’m waiting for you to come closer.”
That was all it took.
In a few slow steps, he closed the distance. The air shifted, charged with something undeniable. His gaze dropped to her lips, and for a moment, neither of them moved—like they were both asking the same silent question.
Then he reached for her.
His fingers brushed against her hand first, gentle but certain, sending a shiver through her. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, just enough to let him know she wanted this too.
Their first kiss was soft, almost hesitant… but it didn’t stay that way.
It deepened, growing warmer, bolder, as if all the tension they’d been holding back finally found its escape. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, pulling him closer, while his touch lingered at her waist, steady and sure.
Time blurred.
All that mattered was the closeness, the heat, the way they fit together like they’d been waiting for this moment all along.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, she rested her forehead against his and whispered, “We should’ve done that sooner.”
He smiled, eyes still locked on hers.
“Some things,” he said softly, “are worth the wait.”
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