sink into your wonderful blue eyes and just fall silent in the middle of my sentence because I think you must be able to hear my heartbeat.
The excitement has turned my cheeks red. Or was it the alcohol? No... It was definitely you. You make me nervous. I can't believe how handsome you look. Jackpot. "Hanna, can I kiss you?" Your voice sounds soft, but it's like you're not taking no for an answer. What did you ask? because it's getting so slippery right underneath me. My mind goes crazy. Is this really happening?
Despite your confident tone of voice, you just wait for my answer. I smile and bend over to you. Wait a second. Don't take your eyes off me, smile seductively and say: "Yes, please, kiss me." My pulse quickens and I feel dizzy. You smile, too.
I close my eyes and immediately feel your soft lips. Oh my God, your lips are beautiful. They feel great. Your tongue. So gentle. Exploring. I'm in the game. We make out for a long time. And I can't help but laugh when you breathlessly tell me how good of a kisser I am and how wonderful my lips are. You already liked them so much in my photos. I love the way you flirt with me. High class, but when it gets passionate and dirty, you drop your mask and show me your lust for me. Blatantly. Greedy. Wicked. You know exactly what you want, and I love that you say it.
We order a Chardonnay for each other again and enjoy our date. The bar is slow. Outside the door, life is pulsating, here it's pulsating between our legs. I'm pretty sure that more will happen between us now. We're drinking, talking and laughing together, as always. Just like buddies. Buddies. That's what we call ourselves. Of course, we know that a sort of "friendship with benefits" has developed. But here, real, hands-on, this is the grown-up version. You're my secret and I'm yours. No one has a clue what you've been doing to me for weeks. And we can't let that get out. After all, we don't want to hurt anyone. Hurt anyone. Just be selfish for once and for one night forget all the rules we live by, all the pressures. Just fuck.
The excitement has died down and everything feels so natural with you. I can't believe it. I can't believe this. Everything is so familiar and just feels so perfect and balanced for a first date. So well-rehearsed, so valuable.
Now you hold me in your arms and I gently caress your leg. As if it has always been this way. As if my hand belongs right there, to show everyone that we belong together. I don't believe it. I blame this intense feeling on the alcohol and the greed for such an experience. Tomorrow I will think about it. Maybe you will too.
Then I put the glass down on the little table, turn to you and kiss you first gently, then more and more passionately. When you stop my hand on your thigh, I look into your eyes with a cheeky grin.
Your voice is even deeper than usual when you ask: "What do you think about us going up?". There are a thousand butterflies in my abdomen. It tingles everywhere and I feel the inner goddess inside me celebrating. I only show you that I like the idea very much, nod briefly to confirm and kiss you lasciviously.
While I grab my trench coat and my weekender, you just give the waiter a generous tip. Have a nice evening and stroll arm in arm to the elevator.
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