Dua Lipa and the Secret Love

my first big mistake

As I watched some of our friends struggle to assist my fiancé into the car, I turned back to see Micey, a pickle wedged comically in his mouth and a can of cola in hand, clearly attempting to recover from the evening's drinking frenzy. My heart raced as I began to walk toward him, each step deliberate and filled with purpose, as if I were gliding down a runway, the world around us holding its breath in anticipation.

With every step closer, I felt an electric jolt surge through my body, an irresistible pull that drew me toward him, intensifying my desire with each inch. When I finally reached Micey, my heart pounded in my chest, and I managed to say, "Well, you've won." His playful smirk ignited a flicker of mischief in my soul as he replied, "Now come and give me my prize."

In that instant, my body took over, driven by an overwhelming urge. I cupped Micey's face in my hands, my heart racing with the thrill of what I was about to do. As I kissed him, a fire erupted within me, igniting every nerve ending in my body. His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were almost fused together. The world around us faded away, dissolving into a mere blur as we shared this intoxicating moment.

The taste of whiskey and lemon lingered on his lips, intoxicating and exhilarating, drawing me deeper into the kiss as if it were a forbidden elixir. I felt my skin flush, warmth radiating through me, every sensation amplified. Micey then lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the bar, and I gasped, "No, everyone will see!"

"Are you really worried about that now?" he laughed, his voice low and teasing, sending shivers down my spine. There was a wicked glint in his eyes that spoke of mischief and promises, igniting my imagination with visions of what could unfold between us.

I felt bold and reckless, a fire coursing through my veins. My pulse raced as I looked into his eyes, the magnetic pull between us nearly overwhelming. "We shouldn't—" I began, but the words felt weak against the tide of longing that surged within me.

He grasped my hand, guiding me towards an exit, his grip firm yet gentle, sending waves of desire coursing through my body. The thrill of finally feeling his warmth against my skin, the heat of his body so close to mine, made me dizzy with excitement. I couldn't believe it; I was tasting the love I had yearned for, feeling the intoxicating heat of his body as it pressed against mine, each touch igniting an inferno of feelings I had suppressed for far too long.

As we stepped into the quiet of the night, the adrenaline of our secret rendezvous enveloped us. I could still feel the remnants of his kiss lingering on my lips, the echoes of our connection amplifying with every heartbeat. I knew, in that moment, that I was stepping into uncharted territory, where passion and desire could no longer be contained.

Micey looked at me with a smirk, the kind that hinted at both mischief and desire. "Just like the old times?" he asked, his voice low and thick with implication. My heart raced at the memories those words stirred, the warmth pooling in my core as I responded, "I love you." His grin widened, and he gestured to my driver, who approached with a knowing expression.

"Ah, Mr. Micey, off already?" he chirped, as if he could sense the charged atmosphere.

"Yes, yes," Micey replied, his gaze unwavering. The driver handed him a slip of paper, "Your father asked me to give you this. The room number is on the back." Micey chuckled, glancing at me with a playful challenge. "Looks like everyone knew where tonight was headed, except us."

I feigned innocence, teasing back, "You silly, I was the one who booked the room." His laughter resonated in my ears as he pulled me into a heated kiss, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

As we entered the hotel through the back, the air crackled with anticipation. The moment we stood face to face in the dimly lit room, I felt the walls closing in, an invisible barrier of longing finally dissolving. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the intoxicating heat between us.