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She stops walking and turns to face me. Moonlight reflects in her eyes as she takes a deep breath. “Would you like to do this again sometime? When we’re home, I mean. It’s been kind of nice making a…friend,” she says, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope.
My heart skips a beat at her words, and excitement surges through me. The connection we’ve formed tonight feels like something rare and special, and the thought of continuing to get to know Angelica fills me with anticipation.
“I would love that,” I reply, my voice full of sincerity. “I’ve had a great time too, and it’s been a while since I’ve made a true friend.”
Using the word ‘friend’ tastes bitter and wrong on my tongue even though I mean what I just said. I don’t want Angelica to be a friend. I want her to be so much more than that. She’s my everything.
A smile spreads across Angelica’s face, erasing any traces of doubt or tension that existed between us before. Right now, it feels as though we’ve crossed a threshold, moving from mere work acquaintances to something more meaningful.
“Great! Although, by the time we’re done working on these projects, we might be sick of the sight of each other!” She laughs and I join her even though I know I could never get sick of her.
“I have booked an excursion for us in the morning. I hope you’ll join me?” Her eyes register surprise but she nods, making me smile. “Excellent. We have an early start so we should probably head back.”
Together we walk back to the hotel, wrapped in a comfortable silence that speaks volumes. The city at night seems to shimmer with the promise of endless possibilities, mirroring the growing connection between us.
As we reach the entrance of the hotel, Angelica stops and turns toward me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “I don’t want this to end tonight,” she confesses softly.
Her words hang in the air, hanging between us like a delicate thread waiting to be woven into something beautiful. I take a step closer, closing the gap between us as my voice matches hers in its quiet intensity. “I feel the same way,” I admit, my heart racing in anticipation. “Why don’t we grab some drinks from the mini bar? That way we can get comfy and carry on talking.”
A smile tugs at the corners of Angelica’s lips. With a gentle nod, she reaches out her hand, intertwining our fingers together. In that simple touch, something shifts between us. It’s as if a current of electricity passes through me. The world around us fades into the background as we enter the hotel, hand in hand.
This time we take the lift up to our room, and surprisingly, we have it to ourselves. The doors slowly shut, enclosing us in a small space that feels charged with an invisible energy. My heart pounds as I steal a quick glance at Angelica beside me. Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I see the same mixture of excitement and uncertainty mirrored in her gaze.
Should I kiss her? I should kiss her…
The lift glides to a stop on our floor, and we step out into the hallway, still hand in hand. The silence between us has become a palpable presence, each passing second amplifying the anticipation building within me.
As we approach the door to our room, Angelica releases my hand for a moment to retrieve the key card from her purse. She slips it into the slot, and with a soft click, the door unlocks, revealing the warm glow of the room beyond.
We step inside, and I immediately reach for the remote to turn on some soft background music. The melody fills the air, creating an atmosphere that is soothing and subtly romantic.
Angelica moves toward the mini bar, retrieving two glasses and a half bottle of champagne. Her movements are confident yet gentle, as if she’s afraid any sudden movement might shatter this delicate connection we’ve built.
I watch her pour the bubbly liquid into the glasses, mesmerised by her grace and elegance. This woman who had captivated me from the moment I met her is now standing here before me, her vulnerability shining through like a beacon in the night.
As much as I’m desperate to take things further between us, I don’t want to startle her, or take advantage, and end up back where we started. Namely, with her hating me.
She hands me a glass, and as our fingers brush against each other’s once again, a jolt of electricity shoots up my arm making the hairs stand on end. We raise our glasses in a silent toast, taking small sips as we continue to gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. The air is heavy with unspoken words, desires hanging between us like a delicate web waiting to be woven.
I make a decision. A decision fueled by the connection I feel with Angelica, by the undeniable chemistry that crackles in the air. I set my glass down on the nearby table and take a step closer to her.
“Angelica,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the music.
Her eyes widen slightly, and she sets her glass down as well, her gaze locked with mine. The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for what feels inevitable.
A trace of uncertainty flickers in her eyes before it’s replaced by a resolute determination. With that green light to continue in her eyes, I reach out and gently cup her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.
Without another word, we allow our emotions to guide us. Our bodies move closer together, drawn by an invisible force that has been growing since the moment we met.
I capture her body in my embrace and slowly sway to the music, giving her time to adjust, to make up her mind. We can continue, or she can halt us in our tracks.
Her soft sigh tickles my cheek and I turn my gaze to check on her.
Her lips meet mine, tentatively, and as soon as I reciprocate, we’re suddenly locked in a passionate kiss, igniting sparks that dance through every fibre of my being.
I thread the fingers of one hand into her hair, the other reaching down to cup her ass and pull her closer to me until our bodies mould together, a perfect fit, as if we were made for this very embrace. It just confirms what I knew all along; she was made to be mine.
My hands wander, exploring the soft contours of her curves, while her fingertips trace a fiery path over my skin. The chemistry between us is electric, every touch sending shivers down my spine. There’s an intensity in our connection that I’ve never experienced before, a magnetic pull that draws us closer with every passing second.
