Dirty Dancing

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Stefani and Alvaro found themselves constantly drawn to each other. Despite the distance between them, they stayed connected through late-night phone calls and text messages, their conversations filled with laughter and anticipation.

Each morning, Stefani would wake up to find a sweet message from Alvaro waiting for her, a small gesture that never failed to bring a smile to her face. And on particularly busy days at work, she would receive a surprise transfer of money from him for lunch, a thoughtful gesture that never failed to warm her heart.

Their connection only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day, as they shared their hopes, dreams, and aspirations with one another. And as they counted down the days until their first official date, Stefani couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her, knowing that something special was blossoming between them.

One evening, as Stefani was tidying up her apartment and Alvaro was preparing dinner in his kitchen, they decided to video chat, craving each other's company. As they chatted and laughed, their screens filled with glimpses of their respective homes. Stefani moved around her living room, picking up stray items and straightening cushions, while Alvaro stirred a pot on the stove, his focus shifting between the food and his conversation with Stefani.

Alvaro couldn't resist teasing Stefani, his voice laced with playful innuendo. "You know, Stefani, those shorts you're wearing are doing some serious damage to my concentration," he said with a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with desire.

Stefani's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his boldness, though she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at his words. "Oh really?" she replied with a teasing smile, her heart racing with anticipation as she met his gaze with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Alvaro chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on the screen as he admired her from afar. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice low and husky. "You have no idea what you do to me, Stefani."

Stefani felt a tingle run down her spine at his words, a rush of heat spreading through her as she savored the delicious tension between them. "Well, I guess that's just one of the perks of video chatting," she replied with a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Stefani couldn't resist teasing Alvaro, finding every opportunity to bend over and reach for things just out of sight, knowing full well the effect it had on him. Alvaro's eyes widened as Stefani leaned over to pick up a book from the coffee table, her movements slow and deliberate as she stretched, her form-fitting shorts accentuating every curve. He couldn't tear his gaze away, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to focus on cooking while Stefani unwittingly tormented him.

"¡Mierda!" Alvaro muttered under his breath in Spanish, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he struggled to maintain his composure. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched Stefani, his heart pounding in his chest as desire coursed through him like wildfire.

Stefani couldn't help but suppress a smirk as she caught Alvaro's reaction out of the corner of her eye, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. With each subtle movement, each playful glance, she stoked the flames of desire between them, reveling in the delicious tension that crackled between them.

Their flirtatious exchange continued late into the night. And as they finally bid each other goodnight, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air, knowing that their first date was just around the corner, and that something special was blossoming between them.

As the morning sun cast its golden rays through Stefani's window, she found herself eagerly anticipating another day filled with conversations with Alvaro. With her phone in hand, she dialed his number, smiling as his familiar voice greeted her on the other end.