Hugo hovered over Lisa, his face flushed with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
His breath hitched, his palms sweaty, and his heart pounded so hard he was sure she could hear it.
She lay beneath him, her body barely covered by the remnants of the red lace lingerie he had unintentionally torn earlier.
The torn fabric clung to her curves like a battlefield flag after a hard-won victory.
He gulped hard, staring down at her as she gazed back up at him, her expression soft and inviting. His mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, each more ridiculous than the last.
'This is it. My moment. After all these years… I'm finally going to do it! But… how? Do I just… go for it?'
Lisa, meanwhile, waited patiently, her gaze soft and heady. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with curiosity.
Hugo swallowed hard, trying to play it cool. "Y-yeah! Totally fine. Just, uh… soaking it all in!"
