𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔..

was the sound that rang in your head when you looked into his eyes, when his large, masculine hand rested on your waist.

the restaurant was full, the low sound and the environment illuminated by yellowish lights created a cozy atmosphere. you, laughing loudly and talking nonstop, were already on your third glass of wine. joaquin, sitting next to you, kept that easy smile, his eyes attentive to your every move.

there were laughs here and there, eye contact, body language, physical touch... there was something going on that night between friends. you weren't crazy.

when dinner was over, you tried to get up, but the world spun a little more than expected. joaquin was immediately at your side, a firm hand on your waist to keep you from falling. His touch was warm, safe, and you felt the heat spread through your body.

— "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.. look out." — he murmured, his voice deep and soft, very close to her ear. like the calm and careful guy he was.

you laughed, but the laughter died when your eyes met. for a sec, time seemed to stop. you noticed joaquin's hand on your waist, his touch firm but gentle, and his gaze... there was something there, something you had never noticed before. your lips parted, your breathing quickened slightly. joaquin's smile disappeared, replaced by a serious, intense expression.

— are you okay? d'you want me to take you home, hm? — he asked, his voice low and soft, but deep, while his eyes went down your body, checking if you could at least stand up.

the hand on your waist tightened a little more, and you were sure he was feeling it too.