Almost Tonight
The first tease of many. One scene. One spark. Not the full story.

The knock was deliberate, echoing in the quiet apartment. I froze, every nerve suddenly alert. I had been alone for nearly two weeks.

When I opened the door, he was there—shirt untucked, hair a little messy, that same smirk that made my stomach flip. “Didn’t expect me?” His voice was low, measured, like he knew exactly what I’d been thinking all day.

“I… uh…” My words stumbled. But he stepped inside anyway, moving with the kind of confidence that made the air between us tense, almost tangible.

“No need for words,” he murmured, letting his fingers graze mine as he passed. The touch was fleeting—but it left a spark that seemed to burn straight through me.

I tried to back away, tried to remind myself that this was reckless, impossible—but he closed the distance effortlessly. The space between us seemed charged, electric.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he said, leaning so close I could feel his breath brush my ear. “About being near me… about wanting me.”

“I…” My throat went dry.

He smiled, low and knowing. “It’s okay. I’ve wanted this too.”

His hand brushed along the curve of my arm again, slow, teasing, almost grazing places that made my pulse jump. Every movement, every look, every word was a dare, a temptation I couldn’t—and didn’t want to—resist.

He tilted his head, just a whisper away, and I realized… I didn’t want him to stop. Not for a second.

And somehow, in that charged silence, I knew this was only the beginning.

…a stolen moment, nothing more… for now