A little story to keep you warm 😌❤️🔥 Read it, it's good for you. Teacher's advice! The rain was falling heavily, drawing hurried rivers on the bar's glass. The smell of coffee, alcohol and wet floor mixed in the air, creating a shelter that was half strange, half cozy, for those who, like me, just wanted to hide from the world. I sat in the corner, trying to appear invisible, but he... he seemed to exist in the exact opposite of my intention. Leaning against the bar, an easy smile, a glass in his hand, some blues playing in the background and his eyes... his eyes that didn't match that gray night. He was almost like lightning in the storm. I noticed when he looked at me. First from afar. Then... lingering. The kind of look that wanders, that touches before the skin even knows. He pretended not to, but smiled at the corner of his mouth when he saw me notice. I looked away, of course. Heart racing, hands restless — what kind of madness made me come here? He approached. Steps firm, but calm. And before I could try to escape, his voice reached me as if he had known me for centuries: “Tough night?” I could only smile, half-awkwardly, half-surrendered. His scent mixed with the scent of rain. Warm, woody, something that seemed to promise danger—or shelter. We talked. I don’t even know what exactly. About how the rain seemed to never end, about how strange the world is, about old songs, recent scars, hidden desires. The bar slowly disappeared. There was only his eyes, undressing me unhurriedly. His hands held the glass, but made it clear that they wanted to hold something else. “Can I tell you a secret?” he said, lowering his voice a little, leaning in. I felt his warm breath, the scent of whiskey and desire. “You can.” My answer came out lower than I intended. He smiled, slid his fingers over my chin, and held my gaze like someone holding their breath before diving in. “I’ve been imagining the taste of your mouth for minutes... And I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out of here without finding out. That sentence fell on me like another bolt of lightning in a storm. The cold of the street seemed to have stayed outside. My entire body warmed up — a slow but urgent fire, starting there, in the middle of the rain. I didn't answer. I didn't need to. I leaned in, guided by something that was no longer reason, it was skin, it was hunger. Our lips met in the way that my gaze had been asking for for minutes. First softly. Then... more. Mouth, tongue, desire, promises running like water outside. He held the back of my neck, pulling me closer, closer, as if it were impossible to be close enough. My entire body responded. A shiver, a heat, a surrender. There, in the middle of the rain, among strangers, between two worlds that until then had never crossed... a fire was born. And I, who only wanted to hide... found myself.