I can still feel the warmth of your hand in mine as we step out of the metro, the quiet ride a soothing end to our perfect night. I can’t stop thinking about you, the way you smiled at me over dinner, the way you laughed at my terrible jokes. Honestly, you’ve got me hooked, completely and utterly. And now, as we walk up to my apartment, I can’t help but think of what’s next.

I unlock the door, pushing it open and gesturing for you to go in first. It’s your first time here, and I can tell you’re a little shy, maybe even nervous. It’s adorable. You glance around, taking in the space, your fingers fidgeting slightly. I want you to feel comfortable, to know that this is a place where you can be yourself.

Once inside, I kick off my sneakers and pull off my socks, letting my bare feet press against the cool wooden floor. There’s a faint suction sound as I take a few steps forward, the wood slightly sticky beneath me. You’re still standing near the door, your eyes wandering over my living room. Your posture is hesitant, your hands fidgeting. I can’t help but smile.

I walk up to you, gently taking your hands in mine. My thumbs glide over your knuckles, soothing and slow. Your skin feels warm, soft, and I look at you with a reassuring smile.

“Hey, relax. You’re safe here.

So, what do you feel like doing? We could watch a movie, play some games, cook something delicious, or…”.

I pause, stepping closer to you. My right hand moves to your waist, pulling you just a little closer, and I lean in to press a trail of soft kisses along the side of your neck. Your skin is warm under my lips, and I feel your breath hitch. My left hand slides down under your skirt, resting gently against the core of your panties, a question unspoken but clear.

“Or… would you rather we go straight to my room? What do you think, sweetheart?”.