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After the emotional conversation about Aurelie, Alexander invited me in his apartment. At first, I hesitated about the idea, my thoughts still muddled by everything that had happened. But now, a few days later, I nervously stand at his doorstep, my knuckles hesitantly tapping the wood as I knock. My heart is pounding in my chest.
A few suspenseful seconds pass, and the door is slowly opened, revealing a genuine smile on Alexander's face. He's wearing a light green t-shirt that complements his tanned skin, and his hair is neatly styled with a touch of gel. The scent of his fresh cologne envelops me as I see him standing there, making my heart skip a beat at the sight.
A soft blush colors his cheeks. "You've come."
A glimmer of mischief dances in my eyes as I wink at him. "How can I resist such an invitation?"
The corners of his mouth curl up in a warm smile at my reaction. "You can't," Alexander replies, stepping back and holding the door wide open. "Why don't you come in for a while?"
My decision is firm, and without hesitation, I step inside, a soft smile on my lips. I take off my coat and hand it to Alexander, who kindly accepts the gesture and hangs it on the coat rack. He leads me further into the living room of his apartment. The interior is simple yet inviting. Some photos adorn the gray wall, and I can't help but smile at the sight of the tangible memories he cherishes. It gives me a glimpse of his personality and a feeling of closeness.
"I want to apologize again for what happened with Aurelie," Alexander says, his expression tense as he walks to the cupboard and takes out a bottle of wine. "How about a glass? I bought it just last week."
I nod. "Sure. We can try to forgive and forget what happened with Aurelie."
The sound of the wine being poured into the glass fills the room. "Okay. I acknowledge I was wrong..."
Before he can finish his sentence, I interrupt him, saying, "Forgotten and forgiven."
Our gazes meet, and I see a mixture of relief and gratitude in his eyes. With a soft smile, Alexander hands me the glass, and I gratefully accept it. He settles into the comfortable seat across from me. The warmth of the glass in my hands envelopes me as I take a gentle sip. The sensual flavors of the wine dance on my tongue, filling my mouth with a delightful complexity. The earthy tones effortlessly blend with the fruity undertones, and I lose myself in this moment of pleasure.
"By the way, I have something else to share with you," Alexander mentions.
"I hope it's not another sad story," I say playfully.
He chuckles. "No, not a sad story."
"Good. I think we've had enough sad stories for now."
Alexander nods in agreement and takes another small sip of wine. We both enjoy the rich flavors that embrace our senses. The atmosphere is calm and relaxed as I settle comfortably against the back of the seat, sinking into the soft cushions. My fingers grip the wine glass tightly, its surface feeling cool against my palm. Outside, the evening twilight descends, and a soft light filters through the half-closed curtains.
