The door clicked shut behind her, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent room. This is it, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since she first laid eyes on him. The way he looked at her, the way his eyes lingered just a little too long—it was enough to send a shiver down her spine every single time."Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made her knees weak. He was standing by the window, his silhouette framed by the dim light filtering through the curtains. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched at his sides. He was just as nervous as she was.No, she wanted to say. I’m not sure. I’m terrified. But instead, she took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Yes," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "I’m sure."He turned to face her then, and she could see the heat in his eyes, the barely restrained desire that mirrored her own. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the distance between them in an instant. She could feel the warmth of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne—something warm and spicy that made her head swim

The door clicked shut behind her, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent room. *This is it,* she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since she first laid eyes on him. The way he looked at her, the way his eyes lingered just a little too long—it was enough to send a shiver down her spine every single time.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made her knees weak. He was standing by the window, his silhouette framed by the dim light filtering through the curtains. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched at his sides. He was just as nervous as she was.

*No,* she wanted to say. *I’m not sure. I’m terrified.* But instead, she took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Yes," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "I’m sure."

He turned to face her then, and she could see the heat in his eyes, the barely restrained desire that mirrored her own. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the distance between them in an instant. She could feel the warmth of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne—something warm and spicy that made her head swim

A woman, driven by weeks of longing, finds herself alone with a man whose mere presence sends shivers down her spine. As she steps into his embrace, their mutual tension and desire ignite a passionate encounter.

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