I could feel the tension before he even touched me.

There was something about the way he looked at me that made the rest of the room disappear. His eyes lingered just long enough to make me wonder if he was thinking the same things I was.

I took a slow sip of my drink, pretending I hadn't noticed.

"Careful, handsome," I whispered, a smile playing on my lips. "You keep looking at me like that, and I might start getting ideas."

He leaned closer, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

And suddenly, I wasn't so interested in pretending anymore.

The air between us felt warm, heavy with possibilities. I could hear my own heartbeat, feel the anticipation curling through me, and I wondered how long we could keep playing this little game before one of us finally gave in.

I set my glass down.

"Tell me something..." I murmured, holding his gaze. "Are you always this tempting, or am I just in trouble?" ❤️‍🔥

How would you continue this fantasy? 🫦