Isabella had always felt a magnetic pull towards Mark. His confident demeanor, the way his eyes held hers just a second too long, sent her pulse racing every time they were near each other. They worked side by side, often brushing shoulders, exchanging playful glances, but never crossing the line. That was, until tonight.
The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine, and the full moon cast a silvery glow over the garden where they found themselves alone. A summer party was going on inside, but the two had slipped out unnoticed, drawn to the quiet intimacy of the night.
Mark leaned against the stone wall, his gaze tracing the curve of Isabella’s silhouette under the soft light. “I couldn’t stay inside any longer,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Not when you’re out here, looking like that.”
Her breath caught in her throat. There was something in his tone, something that told her this moment was different. It was the moment they’d both been waiting for but never dared to act upon.
She took a step closer, feeling the heat between them rise, the tension growing unbearable. “What are you going to do about it?” she whispered, her voice teasing, daring him to close the distance.
Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for her, his hands warm as they slid around her waist, pulling her close. The kiss that followed was slow at first, exploring, testing the boundaries they had set for so long. But as the night deepened, so did their passion, and soon they were lost in each other, the world around them disappearing as their desires took over.
