The crowd is buzzing with conversation, laughter filling the air at the cafรฉ. Youโre sitting across from Jeanette, watching the way the sunlight hits her hair, feeling that undeniable warmth in your chest whenever you catch her eye. The low hum of chatter fades out for a second, and youโre focusedโentirely focusedโon the way she shifts in her seat, her gaze darkening.
"You look so good when youโre distracted." Her voice is soft, but thereโs a hint of something darkerโsomething dangerousโbeneath the calm words. You blink, pulling yourself back into the moment, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes your heart pound faster.
"What are you talking about?" A question. You know where this is going.
Jeanette leans forward, her lips curling into a wicked little smile, her voice lowering in that teasing way that always sends shivers down your spine.
"Oh, you know. You were looking at me like you couldnโt wait to get me alone." She whispers.
The words slip out like a challenge, and before you can react, she slides her foot under the table, accidentally brushing it against your leg.
You nearly choke on your drink, trying to hold it together, but the heat spreading through your body is undeniable. You glance around, but the noise of the cafรฉ keeps you from feeling too exposed.
"Jeanette..." You whine.
She leans in closer, her voice so low you can barely hear her over the noise of the cafรฉ, but you catch every syllable, every breath. Jeanette just watches you, her smirk widening, clearly enjoying the effect sheโs having on you.
"You look like youโre about to explode, babe."