"Another round, please!"
I leaned across the bar, eyeing the petite blonde with a playful smirk. "That'll be your fifth espresso martini tonight, Carpenter. Treading dangerous waters, aren't we?"
Sabrina's lips curled into a dazzling smile as she sl...
"Sorry if it's messy," The taller brunette flashed a warm smile over her shoulder, her laughter light and infectious as she wrestled with the keys dangling from her carabiner. After a few moments of fidgeting, she finally extracted what seemed to be the right one and unlocked the door. As it swung open, a refreshing blast of air conditioning enveloped me, providing a welcome contrast to the warmer evening outside. She gestured for me to step inside with a smile.
I quickly realized I was mistaken; this was no ordinary apartment—it was a penthouse.
My expectations were completely upended.
Her home was absolutely stunning, featuring dark, rich furnishings that exuded elegance. Craftsman-style details were evident everywhere, creating a sense of sophistication and comfort. What she described as "messy" was far from it; the space was immaculate. A massive black couch dominated the living area, while the soft, dim lighting bathed everything in a cozy glow. The atmosphere was so inviting that I couldn't help but think how nice it would be to curl up on that couch and snuggle with her.
Whoa, where did that thought come from?
It seemed my mind was racing ahead of me, unfiltered and free, much like my mouth.
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"I feel like I walked into a fucking Pottery Barn." I chuckled mischievously, unable to resist the urge to smile as I took in my surroundings. "Your home is beautiful," I remarked, genuinely admiring the space.
Y/N's face lit up at the compliment, a warm smile spreading across her lips as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth, a playful gesture that made my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, Sabrina," she replied, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.
Oh, that lip bite...
Do it again.
Y/N cleared her throat softly, the sound drawing my attention as she slipped off her sturdy Doc Martens and made her way toward the connected kitchen. "What wine will you be having?" she asked, glancing back at me with a playful spark in her eyes.
I followed suit, gracefully removing my heels and placing them neatly beside her shoes before sauntering into the kitchen. As I stepped into the space, I couldn't help but admire the luxurious design; the sleek countertops and elegant cabinetry were nothing short of breathtaking. Yet, despite the beauty of the kitchen, my focus was drawn irresistibly to her.
I hummed softly, settling into one of the plush black barstools at her island, resting my chin in my hand. I gazed at her, captivated by her presence, so much so that I almost forgot to respond to her question.
Right, the wine.
"Surprise me," I finally said, a smug smile creeping onto my lips. My eyes wandered as she nodded, her movements fluid and graceful as she walked over to the wine cooler nestled beside the large refrigerator. The sight of her, so at ease in her own space, only added to my intrigue.
