FIRST DATE

As she wrapped her delicate hands around my waist, a wave of warmth surged through me, igniting a spark within my heart. I lowered my head, meeting her gaze, and was instantly captivated by the depth of her eyes. She nestled her face against my chest, the soft strands of her hair brushing against my chin, enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy that felt suspended in time, far away from the world's chaos.

Then, I noticed a subtle tremor ripple through her body, and my heart ached as I realized she was crying silently. The dampness of my shirt soon became a testament to her hidden sorrow. Without hesitation, I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her, desperate to offer the comfort she so needed. I gently lifted her chin, and what I saw tugged at my heartstrings. Her cheeks were flushed, a crimson hue that betrayed the tumult of emotions swirling within her, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, begging for solace.

"Why is this cute girl crying?" I whispered softly, as if breaking the stillness of the moment would shatter the fragility around us. She paused, her lip quivering as she gathered the courage to share her heart. "Because now, from today, we won't see each other daily," she replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. The weight of her words hung in the air, and my heart sank further at the realization of what lay ahead.

Folding her tightly in my embrace, I felt an overwhelming urge to shield her from the heartache. Leaning in closer, I whispered gently in her ear, "Tell me, what is your top bucket list item you want to do with me?" A flicker of interest danced in her eyes, and I felt hope rise within me.

She began to trace shapes on my shirt with her fingers, her shyness evident as she shared her dreams. "I want to go shopping with you, watch a movie, and have dinner together," she confessed, each word unfolding like a petal revealing its fragile beauty.

"All right," I replied, a smile breaking through the earlier heaviness. With newfound purpose, I pulled out my phone and booked two movie tickets. The excitement of our adventure filled the air like gentle music. I lifted her chin once more, our eyes locking, and smiled. "Now go wash your face and come back. I'll be waiting right here."

She nodded, albeit reluctantly, and in that sweet moment, overwhelmed by affection, I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Now go," I whispered, my heart hopeful for the memories we were about to create together.

When she returned, looking fresh and radiant, she reached for my hand. "Shall we go?" I asked, and as she nodded, we made our way to the parking lot. I pulled out my Royal Enfield, the bike gleaming under the fading sunlight. She hesitated briefly at the back, her hands unsure whether to wrap around my chest or not. With a gentle assurance, I took her hands and kissed them softly before placing them on my chest, where they fit perfectly.

As we arrived at the mall, her excitement was contagious as she picked out lovely dresses, her laughter ringing like the sweetest melody. After a joyful shopping spree, she spotted a Frozen statue and shyly asked me to get it for her. I could sense she could buy it herself, but I wanted to give her something special—a memory that would forever be ours.

I headed to the toy store, but as I turned, I found her waiting at the same spot where we had split up, her eyes alight with joy. I handed her the Frozen statue, and to my surprise, she revealed a gift for me: a stunning fossil mechanical watch. I was already fond of my old one, but this felt imbued with memories waiting to unfold, so I slipped it on immediately.

After a delightful movie filled with shared laughter and stolen glances, we headed to a candlelit dinner. As she savored her meal, a small dollop of cream escaped her lips. With a playful smile, I reached out, gently wiping it away with my fingers, my heart racing at the connection we shared.

As the evening came to a close, I walked her back to her hostel. When it was time to part, she wrapped her arms around me in a heartfelt hug, and I couldn't resist stepping down from my bike to hold her close. As she started to turn away, I gently grasped her hand, pulling her back to me, wrapping my arms securely around her waist. I leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Won't you even say goodnight?"

Her cheeks flushed red, and she looked up at me, her voice barely a whisper. "Goodnight." But I wanted more than just a fleeting farewell. I saw her lips part softly, invitingly, and I couldn't help but lean in to meet them, kissing her deeply as the world around us faded away.

After the kiss, I felt her breath come out in soft gasps, and as she leaned in closer, she teased playfully, "Now this is your way of saying goodnight, huh?" I grinned, gripping her waist tighter and gently biting her ear, eliciting a soft laugh from her before she made her way back to the hostel, leaving my heart racing