𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, joseph descamps

𝟎𝟑𝟓. a taste of orange

WHEN DINNER TIME ARRIVES, Aimée finds her parents already at the table, chatting about trivial matters. She barely eats, her thoughts still fixated on Joseph and the possibility of sharing an intimate moment with him. She has to plan the best way to get him in without anyone noticing.

Finally, the long-awaited moment arrives. Aimée slips into her room, her heart racing. She stands by the window, a mix of anxiety and excitement coursing through her as she waits for nightfall.

The room is enveloped in twilight, and as she looks outside, she spots a familiar figure climbing up the gutter. Joseph, with his provocative smile, manages to hoist himself up to the window, his agile movements proving he is more than capable of this challenge.

"Here's the artist in flight," he says, entering the room with impressive nonchalance. Aimée can't help but laugh.

"I'm impressed. You're way more agile than I thought," she admits, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"That's what I do best, after all."

Aimée hesitates, her heart racing. Suddenly feeling bold, she wonders if she should suggest an activity to extend their time together. She opens her mouth to propose playing a board game, but before she can utter a word, he rushes toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her passionately.

Their lips meet with an unexpected tenderness, then with burning passion. She feels her breath hitch, the world around them fading into indistinct blur. Each kiss is like a spark, reigniting something she didn't even realize she needed.

"I missed this," he murmurs between kisses. She responds by kissing him again, her hands wrapping around his neck, savoring every moment of this unexpected embrace.

"I never thought you could be like this," she breathes, pulling back slightly to gaze into his eyes.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me yet," he replies, a glint of challenge in his gaze. "I think it's time you discover them."

Aimée bites her lip, hesitant. "You mean, like climbing through my window ?"

"No, not just that," he says, stepping closer, his expression turning more serious. "I've mentioned this before, but... I want to apologize for my earlier comments."

She looks at him, surprised he brings it up again. "I know you were joking, but thank you for acknowledging it."

Without waiting for a response, he kisses her again, a sweet but passionate kiss, as if trying to erase his unfortunate words from her mind. She lets herself get lost in the moment, relishing the warmth of his lips on hers.

She takes a deep breath as she pulls back slightly. "How about we play a board game ?" she suggests, trying to keep the tone light.

Joseph smirks. "I don't know, I have another game in mind."

She furrows her brows, perplexed. "Another game ? What kind of game ?"

Suddenly, he gently pushes her onto the bed, a playful gleam in his eye. Aimée feels her heart race as he leans over her, capturing her gaze with intensity.

"This one," he murmurs, before kissing her again, his lips brushing against hers with thrilling softness.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes where this game is leading them. He knows exactly the effect he has on her.

"Are you sure you're ready ?"

She responds with a defiant look, a glimmer of challenge in her eyes. "I'm ready, but you'll have to follow the rules."