Maya had always felt a spark whenever she was around Ethan. They worked together for months, exchanging glances, casual touches that lingered longer than they should, and moments filled with unspoken tension. It was the kind of connection that ignited silently, smoldering under the surface, waiting for just the right moment to burst into flames.
One evening, as they were wrapping up work in the office, the city was wrapped in the soft orange glow of the setting sun. Ethan leaned against her desk, his eyes locking onto hers with a deeper intensity than ever before.
“Are you staying late again?” he asked, his voice low, sending a shiver through her.
“I have some things to finish up,” she replied, though she could barely focus with him so close. The space between them felt electric, the tension was undeniable.
Without thinking, Ethan reached out, his hand brushing against hers, sending an instant rush of warmth up her arm. “Maya,” he whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. All the moments they had shared, the brief touches, the stolen glances, came flooding back. Her pulse quickened as Ethan leaned in, his lips just inches away from hers. The world seemed to disappear around them as they crossed the line they’d both been teetering on for months.
His lips met hers, soft at first, then with a growing intensity that made her knees weak. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as she melted into his touch. The heat between them was undeniable, the tension finally snapping as they gave in to the desire that had been building for so long.
The night was theirs, and with every touch, every kiss, they discovered more of each other, leaving behind the world outside as they fell deeper into the heat of the moment.
