Longing For Love

07

The call ended, and I was left there staring at my phone, feeling like a total idiot. The fuck am I blushing for? I couldn’t stop the heat in my cheeks. Yuan had actually confessed to me—and then, to top it off, he invited me to go on a date this weekend.

I dropped the phone beside me, burying my face in my hands. A date? This wasn’t supposed to be happening. We’d only known each other for a short while, and here he was, casually dropping a confession like it was nothing, like it was some kind of natural next step. But it wasn’t nothing. It felt real. And now, I had no idea how to process it.

I sat up, the words playing in my head over and over again. “I’m glad I called. You look beautiful, madam.” Then the line that made my heart stop: “How about a date this weekend?”

It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it. Hell, I’d caught myself wondering more than once what it would be like to hang out with him outside of the little moments we’d shared. But hearing it come out of his mouth was a whole different thing. It made everything feel way more serious, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about what this actually meant.

What am I even supposed to do?

I stood up, pacing around my room, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I barely knew him, yet there was something about the way he made me feel—like I was special, like I mattered. And that confession? That kiss on my forehead before we parted ways? All of it just felt too real to ignore.

I grabbed my phone again, staring at the screen as if I could find the answer there. I debated whether I should text him back or just wait. Maybe he was just playing around again, right? But the sincerity in his voice… No. This wasn’t a joke.

I couldn’t deny it—I wanted to see him again. I did want to go on that date.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, and before I could second-guess myself, I typed, “Okay, I’m in. What’s the plan for this weekend?”

I hit send and almost immediately regretted it. What if I just made a huge mistake? What if I misread everything?

But before I could even process that, my phone buzzed. A message from Yuan.

“Awesome. I’ll pick you up on Saturday. Just be ready for a good time, madam.”

I stared at the text for a few seconds. I didn’t know if I was ready for whatever this was, but I wasn’t about to back down now. My heart was already in it, and if this was a mistake, then at least it would be one worth making.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I laid back down on the bed, my heart still racing. This was going to be interesting. Very interesting.

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Saturday came, and I was practically buzzing with anticipation. I stood in front of my mirror, wearing the black dress I’d chosen. It was simple but elegant, hugging my curves just right. I paired it with a pair of heels that made me feel confident but not too flashy. My hair was styled loosely, falling in soft waves around my shoulders, and I added just a hint of makeup to highlight my features.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror before heading downstairs. My heart was pounding in my chest, the mix of excitement and nerves almost overwhelming. I had no idea what to expect today. Was this just a date, or was this a moment where everything might change?

The doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. It’s him.

I took a deep breath and made my way to the door. When I opened it, there he was—Yuan, looking effortlessly handsome in a well-fitted shirt and jeans. His smile was wide and genuine, but my eyes were immediately drawn to the bouquet of roses in his hand.