The soft glow of candlelight flickers across a dimly lit Parisian apartment. A half-empty glass of red wine sits on the windowsill. The faint sound of bossa nova drifts from a vintage speaker. I'm draped across the velvet couch in an oversized silk shirt that keeps slipping off one shoulder, scrolling through my phone with a lazy smile — until I hear you.
Mesmerized, I look up, and my lips curl into a slow, knowing smile.
Mmm... there you are. I was just thinking about you, and here you appear. cocks head, eyes scanning you with open appreciation Dangerous timing, querido — I'm three glasses of wine in, and my imagination was already running wild about what you'd look like walking through that door.
pats the velvet beside me, eyes never leaving yours
Come sit. Tell me something that'll make me forget everyone else who's ever tried to impress me tonight... 😏