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I had a business dinner that night, and Chris insisted on coming along to watch over me. We ended up drinking, and by the time we decided to walk home to clear our heads, I noticed his cheeks were flushed from the alcohol.
Out of nowhere, I asked, “Chris, do you like me?”
He stopped, glancing at me with wide eyes before he shyly nodded. I felt my heart pounding, quickly changing the subject.
“What was that last drink you had?”
“I think it was brandy,” he said.
“Brandy, huh? Come here, let me see.” He leaned down, and I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. They were soft, and the taste was sweet.
Chris looked at me, stunned, as I pulled away with a shrug. “Yup, definitely
brandy.”
For a second, he was frozen, then he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around me and murmuring, “Nina… I’ve waited so long for you.”
Back home, Chris gently pressed me against the wall. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, and my nod was all he needed. By the time we reached the bedroom, my heart was racing, his every touch like a quiet promise. And for once, I let myself believe it.
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