A Night to Remember
Adrian leaned back in his office chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee mug as his mind drifted to the past. The memory came unbidden, vivid as if it had happened just yesterday—a night filled with whispered promises, stolen touches, and a fire that had nearly consumed them both.
It had started as an ordinary evening, just another date night with Thea. She had walked into the restaurant in a little black dress, one that hugged her curves perfectly and left just enough to the imagination. The dim candlelight had made her eyes shine, and when she smiled at him across the table, he had known that he was hopelessly lost in her.
They had lingered over dinner, conversation flowing effortlessly, the tension between them growing with each passing moment. It had been there in the way she bit her lip as she listened to him, in the way his hand brushed against hers more often than necessary. By the time they left, the air between them was thick with unspoken desire.
As they reached his car, Thea had hesitated, looking up at him with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Do you want to come to my place?" Adrian had asked, his voice lower, rougher than usual.
She had nodded, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks as she whispered, "Yes."
The drive to his apartment had been torturously slow, each stolen glance and touch heightening the anticipation. By the time they stepped into his home, the tension had reached its breaking point. The door had barely clicked shut before Adrian pulled her close, his hands settling on her waist as he pressed his lips against her forehead.
He had wanted to take his time, to savor every second, but Thea had been intoxicating. The warmth of her skin, the way she melted into his touch—it had ignited something primal within him.
He had kissed her then, soft and slow at first, as if testing the waters. But Thea, ever the tease, had pulled away, her breath coming out in a shaky whisper, "Is that all you've got?"
A smirk had played on his lips before he claimed her mouth again, this time with more intensity. He pressed her against the wall, his hands sliding over her curves, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breath. She gasped his name against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Adrian's hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her thighs. Thea let out a quiet moan, arching into his touch. The sound sent a shiver down his spine, fueling the fire that burned between them.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the couch. His lips never left hers, tracing a path from her mouth to her jaw, down the delicate line of her neck. She tilted her head back, allowing him more access, her hands clutching at his shirt, desperate for more.
"Adrian..." she breathed, his name a plea on her lips.
His fingers wove through her silky hair as he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Tell me to stop, Thea," he whispered, his voice thick with restraint.
She gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from his kisses. "I don't want you to stop," she murmured, her hands sliding over his chest.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
The night had unfolded in a blur of passion and tenderness, a perfect mix of need and longing. Every touch, every whisper, every stolen breath had spoken of an unspoken love neither of them had dared to acknowledge.
As Adrian sat in his office, staring blankly at his desk, he let out a slow breath. That night had been more than just a moment of passion. It had been a glimpse into something deeper, something real.
And now, as he found himself drawn to Thea once more, he couldn't shake the feeling that the past was catching up to them.
Would she ever admit that she had felt it too?