I opened my eyes to the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The room was still, the only sound the gentle rustling of the leaves outside. As I adjusted to the dim light, I realized Lise was standing by my bed, her expression unreadable in the shadows.
"Lise?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She didn't respond immediately, instead moving closer with a fluid grace. Her eyes were intense, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. My heart started to pound as she leaned over, her face just inches from mine.
"Eileen," she breathed, her voice husky and filled with a longing that sent shivers down my spine. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Before I could respond, her lips were on mine, a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, the intensity of her kiss overwhelming my senses. I found myself responding instinctively, my hands tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer.
