The room felt smaller when he stepped closer, the air charged with a heat that had been simmering all evening. Every glance lingered too long, every brush of skin against mine sending shivers down my spine. We didn’t need words—the subtle curve of his smile, the tilt of his head, the way our hands met by accident, spoke louder than any sentence ever could. Desire hummed between us, a slow, teasing energy that made time stretch and bend. Even when we paused, the tension didn’t fade; it wrapped around us, delicious and irresistible, making each heartbeat sound like a drum of anticipation. Every whispered word, every gentle touch, every laugh shared in that electric space made the night feel infinite. It wasn’t just attraction—it was a connection, intimate and raw, a fire that neither of us wanted to extinguish. And in that moment, nothing else existed but the pull of each other, the taste of anticipation, and the promise of what was to come.