In the dim light of the hotel room, everything felt heightened—the warmth of his skin, the way his hands moved over me with a mixture of desperation and reverence. He set me down, his eyes taking in every inch of me, as if committing the moment to memory. The room was thick with silence, only broken by the sound of our quickening breaths.
His fingers found the zipper on my dress, and as it slipped from my shoulders, I felt vulnerable yet completely alive. My hands moved to his shirt, fumbling to free him from the barrier that separated us. The intensity between us was undeniable, and it pulled me deeper, making me forget the world outside.
"Nicolas," I whispered as he pressed his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling. His gaze was dark, intense, filled with the unspoken prom……
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