The night started simply — soft music in the background, the kind of warmth that comes from conversation that doesn’t feel forced. She laughed easily, and every time her eyes met mine, there was a spark that lingered a little longer.

We walked along the balcony, city lights spread out beneath us, and the cool night air wrapped around us. She leaned closer, her arm brushing mine, and it felt natural to take her hand. When I did, she didn’t let go.

Back inside, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of us. Every word she spoke, every glance, carried an unspoken invitation. I pulled her closer, and in that moment, nothing else existed — just her warmth, her presence, and the undeniable connection between us.

The hours passed like minutes. We lost track of time, wrapped up in one another, energy and chemistry flowing endlessly. There was no rush, no limit — only the rhythm of closeness that grew stronger each time we came together. It was the kind of night where sleep never arrived, because we were too busy discovering each other over and over again.

When dawn finally broke, neither of us wanted it to end.💋💋