The night was supposed to end hours ago, yet neither of them had moved. She stood by the door, her hand resting lightly on the handle, but something kept her from leaving.
“Say it,” he murmured from behind her.
She didn’t turn. “Say what?”
“That you don’t want to go.”
A quiet breath escaped her lips. “I should go.”
“But you don’t want to,” he replied, stepping closer.
She felt him before she saw him—the warmth, the presence, the way her heartbeat instantly betrayed her. Slowly, she turned, her eyes meeting his, and in that moment, every excuse she had disappeared.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispered.
He smiled faintly. “Then why are you still here?”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she took a small step forward.
That was all it took.
His hand found hers, pulling her gently closer, as if giving her one last chance to stop. She didn’t. Her fingers tightened around his, her breath soft and uneven.
“Just one more kiss,” she said quietly, almost like a promise… or a warning.
He didn’t hesitate.
Their lips met—soft, slow, familiar.
But the moment lingered longer than it should have.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders, holding him there, while his arms wrapped around her, keeping her close as if letting go wasn’t an option anymore. The kiss deepened, filled with everything they hadn’t said, everything they had been holding back.
Time seemed to pause.
And when they finally pulled apart, she didn’t step away.
Neither did he.
Her lips brushed his again, a faint smile forming as she whispered—
“Maybe… just one more.”
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