when my friend Sarah and I walked in. It happened to be Sarah's birthday, and after a lavish dinner at a

he chairs for both of us. The parlor was renowned for its vintage decor and a selection of foreign ice cream fl

while I chose the Turkish ice cream in pistachio flavor. Dillon efficie

asked, still focus

mmersed in checking some message notification

ce, presenting a beautifully arranged cup of ice cream before me. "Your smoked vanilla and chocolate flavors," he continued, twisting around to serve Sara

floor, hands tied nervously in front of him. Sarah, furious, stood up and shouted at him, drawing the attention of t

o attend, while I decided to head home and rest. Walking towards my parked car in th

nto my eyes, his transparent blue orbs captivated me. I had never seen a pair of eyes so app

love. Crouching down near him, I tried to ease the awkwardness between us. "It's okay! I know it wasn't your fault," I r

hand towards him, gently wiping away the lingering burden on his eyes. As my hand ma

ore. I resisted blinking, wanting to prolong the eye contact that seemed to convey a me

e. My eyes trailed down to his lips as he spoke—a perfect shape with a finely flat upper lip paired w

eaning forward, he maintained the intense eye contact. I brushed his cheeks with my breath, capturing the rustic and aromatic scent tha

my mouth met his, I felt his breath quicken. Sliding my hands around his neck, I pulled him closer, gently brus

status, age, or the limited time we had spent together. We hardly knew each other, barely

ing the mutual attraction between us. It seemed he had felt for me the moment I fell for him. As

ck to my neck, pulling me into another kiss. We continued kissing because neither of us wanted to stop; we wanted more of each other.

sed into his hardening parts, and I could feel his desires escalating. Tightening my grip around his neck, I pul

myself away, sliding off his body, and stood up straight, hastily composing myself. He remained sea

xchanging intense gazes for several minutes. Eventually, breaking the silence, I outs

He remained silent for a moment, causing me to consider withdra

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s name was embroidered on the company's uniform. He glanced down at his t-shirt, then back at m

nd without uttering another word, we parted ways. The unspoken connec