The moment you walked in, everything else faded.
I tried to stay calm, tried to keep my distance, but your presence pulled me in like gravity. My heartbeat grew louder with every step you took closer, every second your eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Why are you so quiet?” you asked, your voice low, almost teasing.
I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”
But I wasn’t.
Not when you were this close.
Then it happened—your fingers brushed against mine. Just a soft, fleeting touch… yet it sent a sudden wave through me, warm and electric. My breath caught, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
Your touch made me tremble.
You noticed.
A slight smile played on your lips as you stepped even closer, closing the last bit of distance between us. The air felt heavier now, charged with something unspoken, something neither of us was willing to ignore.
“You feel it too,” you whispered.
I didn’t deny it this time.
Because I did.
Every inch of me was aware of you—your warmth, your nearness, the way your presence made everything else disappear. My control slipped quietly, piece by piece, with every second you stayed close.
I should have stepped back.
I didn’t.
Instead, I let the moment take over, let the silence speak louder than words. Your hand found mine again, this time holding on just a little longer, a little firmer.
And that was enough.
Enough to send my thoughts spinning, enough to make my heart race wildly, enough to pull me deeper into something I knew I wouldn’t walk away from.
Because standing there, caught in your heat, I realized the truth—
I wasn’t losing control by accident.
I was choosing to.
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