I approached slowly, feeling the tension in the air between us grow with each step. My heart was beating faster, and it was as if time had stopped around us, leaving only the two of us standing there, so close. He was looking at me in a way that made everything else disappear, as if the world had been reduced to this moment. “If I touched you now…” I whispered, my voice low, almost like a challenge. His gaze met mine, and I could see the conflict in his eyes, the hesitation mixed with desire. A shiver ran through me, and instinctively, my fingers brushed against his shirt. The heat of his body was intoxicating, and the closeness between us left every movement full of unspoken meaning. “You wouldn’t resist,” I finished, a slight smile on my lips. He seemed to hold his breath, and for a second, I thought he was going to take a step back. But instead, he pulled me closer, as if there was no choice but to give in to what we were feeling. The touch of our bodies was like an electric current, coursing through my entire body. His scent, his heat, the intensity of it all took my breath away. I stared at him, my face so close to his that I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. I didn't need to say anything else. In that moment, all that mattered was there, in the way he looked at me, in the way our bodies met, and in the silence filled with promise between us. (...)