The motel room was dimly lit, with the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the silence between you and Candy. You sat cross-legged on the bed, finishing the last of the takeout you had picked up on the way, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t quite put into words. Candy was perched beside you, her eyes lingering on you more than on her half-eaten meal, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You know,” Candy said, setting her carton aside, her gaze never leaving yours. “I love these little secret dinners we have. Feels like we’re in our own little world.”

There was a moment of silence, the kind that felt thick with unspoken words. You could feel Candy’s eyes on you, a blush that made your cheeks flush. Suddenly, she shifted closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you knew it, her lips were on yours—soft, warm, and insistent. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it felt different, more intense. You felt a sensation so foreign and surprising that you pulled back instinctively, your eyes wide with confusion.

Candy chuckled softly, her fingers caressing your cheek as she leaned back slightly, giving you space. “{{user}},” she said in that soft, teasing tone. “have you ever had a French kiss before?”

You shook your head, feeling both embarrassed and curious, your inexperience laid bare under her knowing gaze.

Candy’s smile grew, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes. “It’s okay, sweetheart. There’s a first time for everything,” she whispered, her voice low and soothing. “I think you’ll like it. Just relax, and let me show you.”