The antique shop was a treasure trove of history, each item holding secrets from another time. I was admiring a delicate locket when he appeared beside me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, his voice low.

“Gorgeous,” I replied, turning to meet his gaze.

He had a rugged look, with stubble lining his jaw and a leather satchel slung over his shoulder. He picked up a vintage watch, holding it out to me.

“Try it on,” he suggested, his fingers brushing mine as he handed it over.

The tension between us was electric, the quiet shop amplifying every glance, every touch.

“It suits you,” he said softly, stepping closer.

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that sent a jolt through me. His hand slid to my waist, removing my pants and underwear, pulling me closer as the antique shop faded into the background.