There’s always been this unspoken tension between us, a flirtation that we both played off as harmless. He was always the sweet, respectful type never pushing too hard, just letting the attraction simmer. I never thought I’d act on it, but the other night, things shifted, and I found myself in a situation I didn’t see coming.

It started out as just another casual hangout, a few drinks, and the usual playful banter. But something about the way he looked at me that night made me see him differently. He seemed more confident, more assertive. The way his gaze lingered made me wonder what would happen if I stopped resisting and let myself give in.

One look led to another, and before I knew it, I was testing the waters brushing my leg against his, letting my hand rest a little longer on his arm. I wanted to see if he’d finally make a move. When he did, it wasn’t gentle or tentative. It was full of the pent-up need that had been building between us for so long.

What started as a stolen kiss turned into a night I can’t get out of my head. He completely took over, surprising me with just how intense he could be. The line between friends and something more blurred until it disappeared entirely… and I’m still not sure where that leaves us.