About the story: Mansi, a middle-class girl with an unquenchable passion for dance, crosses paths with Terence, a renowned choreographer whose world is far beyond anything she's ever known. The moment she meets him, her heart catches fire, and she f...
The date was incredibly magical. After eagerly sharing every detail with my bestie, I just came back to my room to rest a bit. Yet, as I lie there, trying to sleep, the evening keeps replaying in my mind.
He's a perfect example of gentleman: bringing me flowers, opening the car door with suave charm, pulling out my chair, gifting me exquisite chocolates, and even reserving the entire floor for our privacy. He was checking me out the whole time, serving me food with such care, his touch lingering on my hands. The way he gently tucked my hair behind my shoulder, his fingers grazing my neck and shoulder, sent shivers down my spine.
His smile, so infectious, and his scent, so intoxicating. The memory of his lips, the taste of his tongue, irresistible. Gently placing my hand on his chest and lovingly exploring it. Every moment of the date is firmly imprinted in my memory, replaying over and over again, I can't help but keep reliving it and I don't want to escape it either.
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Shit!!! It's 1:30 am and I still haven't fallen asleep yet, and now I'm hungry too. Let's check if there's anything in the kitchen.
I stepped down and saw Terence and Mateo in the living room, talking, laughing, and discussing something hilarious. I heard Terence say, "That lady is really stupid. I just can't stand her presence. She's totally illogical, never makes any sense, don't know how you tolerate her though."
Me: Are you talking about me?
Terence: Hey, no, we are talking about a colleague.
Mateo: Seems like somebody can't sleep after what happened on the date hun! *teasing*
Me: *blushing*
Terence: Not getting any sleep?
Me: Nodded no.
Mateo: You want hot chocolate? I'm making some for Terry and me.
Me: Yes, please, thank you!
Mateo: By the way, Terence makes people sleep well. *teasing*
Terence: Come!
He stood up, took me in his arms, I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried me to the couch. He is gently running his fingers through my hair, touching and pulling my cheeks, and I am just hugging him tightly.
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Mateo entered with hot chocolate. We finished it. Terence took me to the room and said it's time to sleep. He carried me to the room; Mateo winked at me and murmured , "You can do this!"
We entered the room, he put me down, and asked me to go back to sleep.
M: You don't want your room back? I feel bad, it feels like I've taken over your room.
T: *smiles softly* It's yours until you're comfortable enough to share it with me. Don't think too much. Sleep now, we'll talk tomorrow.
He turned around and started to leave the room.
M: Terence *hesitantly*
T: Yes, tell me.
M: *looks down* Can you kiss me one more time?
T: *blushes* Of course!
He steps closer, guiding me gently against the wall, his eyes locked on mine. He leans in, brushing my lips softly with his thumb before kissing me deeply. As we kiss, his right hand caresses my cheek, then trails down to my neck, his fingers are gently touching and brushing against the upper part of the chest where there is a slight visible cleavage between my breasts. Then, he's running his hand over my breast, over my clothes, sending shivers through me and making me want him even more. Slowly, his hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I'm hiding myself within his body, unable to meet his gaze. I whisper in his ear, "I believe it's time for you to move back into this room with me. I feel ready with you by my side." He leans back, looking straight into my eyes, and asks, "Are you sure?"
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I nod, "Yes," biting my lip slightly. He smiles warmly, "I would love to!"
He settles beside me on the bed, we stared at each other admiringly, speaking through our eyes. No words are needed as we silently connect. He softly moves my hair behind my ear, drawing me closer, wrapping me in his arms, and gently kissed my forehead until we fall asleep together.
