The first night they spent together, she'd cleaned his house while he cooked breakfast for her, all without a word of complaint. By then, he was already lost in her.
She had a way of making him feel things he had long buried, and that night, spent in her arms, was divine—he could still feel the echo of it.
She had mesmerized him from the moment he saw her, and as they began to talk and date, he found himself opening up to her in ways he never had before. It was surprising even to him. He never knew he had so much to say.
Their first kiss, though, that came much later—on his birthday, to be exact. He had expected it, truly, after their first, third, and every subsequent date. But Jerica, she knew how to keep him on edge, how to tease him with her light touch and fleeting glances.
He would be burning with desire, yearning for her, but she was like the breeze—here one moment, gone the next, leaving him wanting more.
