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As he leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and his tempting lips mere inches away from mine. Our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away as the tension between us grew stronger. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His tone was low and intimate, "Ana, there were times I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It wasn't just missing an old friend; it was missing you. I didn't realize how much you truly meant to me until you were no longer around. Life felt duller without you." His lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt both familiar and the appeal of an uncertain future. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the heartbeat of a moment that whispered of what could be. His lips were a perfect combination of softness and a hint of rough passion. His muscular arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap. Our lips moved together as if they were made for each other. Dante's warmth, coupled with the musky undertones of his cologne, enveloped my senses. A surge of desire awakened a long-forgotten greed, a craving I hadn't felt in years. Every subtle collision of our chests sent a shiver through me. Beneath the fabric of my shirt, my nipples hardened under my shirt. Each brush of his lips ignited a cascade of tingles, electrifying sensations that traveled every inch of my body. Stifling a moan became a battle against the ripples of pleasure he effortlessly stirred within me. As we pulled away, I met Dante's eyes, his eyes held a depth of longing, a silent plea for more. I only could hope that the same didn't show within mine. The line between friendship and something more had blurred. Our eyes met in a shared acknowledgment. Emotions of embarrassment and guilt collided within me, an internal lecture echoing amidst the tense air. "Dante," I began, my voice a whisper, "You need to take me home." #1 in possessive 6/16/24
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