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Eva

Feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, I placed my hand in his and allowed him to lead me out onto the floor. The soft music playing in the background seemed to echo the rapid beating of my heart.

As we swayed to the music, He was standing so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his body through our clothes. His hand was firmly planted on my waist, guiding me in the dance. His other hand was holding mine, our fingers interlocked. I could feel the callouses on his palm rough against my skin, a delicious sensation.

As we danced, He suddenly leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing my ear. The sudden closeness made my heart race, and I could feel the heat of his breath sending shivers down my neck.

He broke the silence, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "I can't wait any longer," he whispered in my ear. "Will you be mine?"

I was completely stunned by His unexpected confession. The music, the dance, everything around me seemed to fade into the background as I tried to process what he had just said. My mind was a jumble of emotions – shock, confusion, and... excitement?

He continued, his voice low and intense. "When I first saw you at the party, I couldn't take my eyes off you," he said. "You're the first and last girl to capture my attention." His hand on my waist tightened slightly, holding me closer to him.

His voice dropped even lower, a hint of vulnerability in it. "Because of you i know the heaven without death ,You can't even imagine what you do to me, Eva," he murmured. "I feel lost without you. You're like a drug, and I'm addicted to you, your eyes stole all my words away . My heart is so full of you , I can hardly call it my own "

And He looked at me , like there was something in Me worth looking at .....

I know it's too early for yo-He was in the middle of speaking when I silenced him by suddenly smashing my lips against his, cutting off his sentence. The kiss was impulsive, fueled by the heat of the moment and the whirlwind of emotions coursing through my body.

He was caught off guard for a second, his body stiffening in surprise at my unexpected move. But then, he quickly responded, returning the kiss with a fierce, hungry passion. His lips moved against mine desperately, as if he was drowning, and I was the only lifeline.

With every second, His kiss was becoming deeper and more intense. His lips moved urgently against mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I willingly opened my lips, allowing him access, and our tongues met in a frenzied dance of desire.

His tongue delved into my mouth as if he was devouring it, hungrily exploring every inch of me. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer to him so that our bodies were flush together, his fingertips tracing a burning trail over the bare skin at my waist.

He was reluctant to break the kiss at first, seemingly lost in the moment. But then, feeling me tap his shoulder to signal for air, he slowly pulled back, though not without a soft murmur of complaint. He released my mouth, though his fingers remained on my waist, keeping our bodies close together.

The way you feel when you kiss him  for the first time. Like fire within your bones. Like your soul has returned to the water. Like every part of you that came  from a dead star  is alive again............

He leaned in, his lips close to my ear, and whispered huskily, "Breathe, Tesoro." His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine, and the Italian pet name sent a flutter through me.

I was so caught up in the intensity of the moment that I had completely forgotten about the need to breathe. His whispered reminder broke through my reverie, and I took a deep, shaky breath, realizing that I had been holding my breath since our kiss started.