Chapter 3: Flames
The restaurant was a cozy little place, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The atmosphere was intimate, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on every table.
Elijah and Liam were shown to a quiet table by the window, where they could watch the stars twinkling to life in the night sky. They ordered their food and sat back, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
As they waited for their food to arrive, Elijah reached across the table and took Liam's hand. It was a simple gesture, but it sent shivers down Liam's spine.
"I'm so glad we're doing this," Elijah said, his eyes locked on Liam's.
Liam smiled, feeling a sense of happiness wash over him. "Me too," he said. "I feel like I've known you forever."
Elijah's gaze deepened, his eyes burning with intensity. "I know exactly what you mean," he said. "I feel like I've been waiting for you my whole life."
Liam's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever said anything so romantic to him before. He felt like he was melting into Elijah's eyes, like he was being consumed by the flames of their passion.
Their food arrived, and they dug in, savoring the delicious flavors and textures. But even as they ate, they couldn't stop looking at each other, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
As the night wore on, they talked and laughed, sharing stories and secrets. Liam felt like he was opening up to Elijah in ways he never had with anyone before.
And Elijah, too, was feeling a sense of vulnerability, like he was exposing his very soul to Liam. But it was a good feeling, a feeling of freedom and release.
As they finished their meal and prepared to leave, Elijah reached across the table and took Liam's hand again. This time, he didn't let go.
They walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, feeling like they were on top of the world. The night air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass.
As they strolled through the quiet streets, Elijah pulled Liam closer, his arm wrapping around his waist. Liam felt a sense of safety and security, like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
They walked for blocks, not saying a word, just enjoying each other's company. The only sound was the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of traffic.
Finally, they arrived back at Liam's apartment building. Elijah walked him to the door, his arm still wrapped around his waist.
As they stood there, facing each other, Elijah's eyes burned with intensity. "I don't want this night to end," he said, his voice low and husky.
Liam's heart skipped a beat. "It doesn't have to," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elijah's gaze deepened, his eyes locked on Liam's. And then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss was like a flame, burning hot and bright. Liam felt like he was being consumed by it, like he was melting into Elijah's arms.
As they kissed, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the flames of their passion.