About a thousand thoughts went through my mind before I finally pushed myself to finally go to the Café we were set to meet. It's not like we haven't been together before, but today feels different. It feels... thrilling, dangerous, and most of all, exciting.

I slid open the door to the Café, the smell of coffee with a mix of milk tea instantly hit me. My eyes wandered around, looking for a certain someone.

And there he was. A black shirt that hugged all the right places, gray sweatpants that makes you curse not to look. I gave him a small smile, his arms instantly wrapped around my waist.

"I missed you." He whispered with a tone he only uses with me.

"I missed you more." I whispered back.

A few minutes passed like seconds. We began casually talking about absolutely anything there is to talk about while drinking coffee and matcha. I rested my head on his shoulder, which he then rested his head on mine. Everything felt natural. Like we've been doing this for years, even. I softly hummed at what he said, enjoying the comfort that his presence brings me.

I felt his hand resting on my thigh. It was supposed to be a normal action—but this felt different. Without my approval, my body started to heat up, tensing around certain areas. He caressed my thighs, his hand going dangerously high—to the point where it's now under my skirt.

"Is this okay?..." He gave me a glance, a glance that he knows I can't resist.

"I- I don't know..." My voice faltered by the nervousness.

"Answer me, {{user}}. Or I'll stop." He stated with a straight look on his face.