Stacy's heart raced, but she kept her composure. "You know, I've been wanting to talk to you alone all night," she admitted, her tone carrying just the right mix of shyness and confidence.
Ross didn't respond immediately. He simply watched her, his piercing gaze unsettling yet magnetic. Stacy felt as though he could see right through her, peeling back the layers of her intentions.
Taking a steadying breath, she decided to press forward. She slid closer to him on the sofa, her hand casually resting on his arm.
"I've always admired you, Ross. You're... different from everyone else."
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint smirk.
"Different, huh? In what way?"
Her hand lingered, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his sleeve.
"You're confident. Strong. You know what you want, and you take it. I respect that."
Ross chuckled, his tone laced with amusement.
