12-08-2025, 02:22 PM
"Not yet," he said quietly, taking a step closer.
His eyes trailed over her, lingering on the way the shirt hugged her curves.
"I’m still enjoying how it looks on you."
Her eyes gleamed. "Dangerous line to say to a girl who’s ‘only’ wearing your shirt."
He closed the space between them, standing directly in front of her now.
Their breaths mingled, the air thick with the tension between them. Neither of them moved away.
"Maybe," he said softly, his voice a low murmur. "But I’m already thinking of what comes next."
Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching, and for a second,
The world seemed to stop.
The space between them was so small, it felt like they could feel each other’s heartbeats.
He stepped back, not wanting to cross the line just yet, but he knew, he knew it was already too late.
"What are you thinking?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible.
He met her gaze, his voice steady, but with that undercurrent of desire he couldn’t hide.
"That I didn’t expect this. You. Here. Wearing my shirt. Looking like... like a memory I’ll never want to forget."
For a moment, the words hung there, suspended in the air between them.
Sirisha didn’t say anything.
She lowered her lashes, her smile fading into something quieter, more sincere.
She looked at him, like she was seeing him for the first time, and in that moment,
It felt like they both saw everything—the truth, the desire, the pull.
"Then let’s make sure it’s worth remembering," she said,
Her voice soft, almost a vow.
His eyes trailed over her, lingering on the way the shirt hugged her curves.
"I’m still enjoying how it looks on you."
Her eyes gleamed. "Dangerous line to say to a girl who’s ‘only’ wearing your shirt."
He closed the space between them, standing directly in front of her now.
Their breaths mingled, the air thick with the tension between them. Neither of them moved away.
"Maybe," he said softly, his voice a low murmur. "But I’m already thinking of what comes next."
Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching, and for a second,
The world seemed to stop.
The space between them was so small, it felt like they could feel each other’s heartbeats.
He stepped back, not wanting to cross the line just yet, but he knew, he knew it was already too late.
"What are you thinking?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible.
He met her gaze, his voice steady, but with that undercurrent of desire he couldn’t hide.
"That I didn’t expect this. You. Here. Wearing my shirt. Looking like... like a memory I’ll never want to forget."
For a moment, the words hung there, suspended in the air between them.
Sirisha didn’t say anything.
She lowered her lashes, her smile fading into something quieter, more sincere.
She looked at him, like she was seeing him for the first time, and in that moment,
It felt like they both saw everything—the truth, the desire, the pull.
"Then let’s make sure it’s worth remembering," she said,
Her voice soft, almost a vow.
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