The soundproof room was meant for recording, but it ended up being the scene of something I’ll never forget. It was just the two of us, working late on a track. The dim lighting and the quiet hum of the equipment made the room feel smaller, more intimate. I could feel this tension building all night, but I didn’t know what to do about it.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice,” he said, leaning against the piano. His eyes lingered on mine for just a second too long, and it made my stomach flip.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound normal, but my voice shook just a little. The way he was looking at me... I felt my face get warm.

He stepped closer, reaching to adjust the mic stand, but his hand brushed against mine. It was such a small thing, but it felt like fireworks. “You know,” he said, his voice dropping, “it’s hard to focus on work when you’re around.”

My breath hitched. I didn’t know what to say, and before I could even think, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t soft or shy—it was the kind of kiss that made me forget where we were. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer until I was pressed up against the edge of the mixing console.

He kissed me like he’d been waiting all night, and I couldn’t help but melt into him. His lips moved down to my neck, and my heart was racing so fast I thought it might actually stop. Everything about him—the way he smelled, the heat of his hands on my hips, the sound of his breath—was driving me crazy.

“Are we really doing this here?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He smirked, that confident kind of smirk that makes your knees weak. “No one’s going to hear us,” he said, glancing at the soundproof walls before pulling me back in.

For a second, I thought about how risky it was. Anyone could’ve walked in. But honestly, that just made it more exciting. The idea that we shouldn’t be doing this only made me want him more.

By the time we finally pulled away from each other, both of us out of breath, I couldn’t even remember what song we were supposed to be recording.