I find myself at a loss for words—it's just the two of us now.
I remember being furious with him. I had rehearsed everything I wanted to say. I should confront him. I should scream at him.
"What the fuck did you just say? I loved you, and you responded with that? What kind of partner does that?"
The urge to slap him was real.
Then, as if reading my mind, he said, "I know you probably want to slap me."
I met his gaze. "What? No… maybe. I don't know." I sighed. "I'm angry, yeah. What you said hurt. But even in my anger, I can't ignore the strange comfort I feel knowing you still want something from me. That you want me, in some way. It makes me happy, in the weirdest way possible. I know love isn't always mutual… and usually, it never is. So maybe this is just another one-sided mess."
"What if it's not one-sided?" he asked, softly.
My heart jolted—like a wild horse had just been set free in my chest.
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
He took my hand gently. "I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I like you too. And I promise I won't hurt you again. From now on… I'll try."
Our eyes met and held. I smiled. "Well then… shall we get back to our therapy session?"
He chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting, mirroring my smile. "Let's."
The next day, I woke up feeling… light. Almost euphoric.
Recovered. Giddy.
Am I his?
He never actually said girlfriend, but he said he liked me. That has to mean something, right?
It's hard to wait for our next session—I want to see him now. I want to ask what he's doing. Where he is. What his favorite movie is. What his birthday is. I want to know everything.
Then—
My phone rings.
Unknown Number: Hey!!
Me: Who is this??
Unknown: Bright. Ur boyfriend :)
Me: How did you get my number?
Bright: Just got it ;) Are you feeling good?
Me: Yeah. I'm good now.
Bright: Let's meet?
Contact saved: Bright :)
What did he mean by let's meet did he mean? This is my"First Date With Bright".
The day started soft — like the universe was gently pushing me forward, telling me this was a day meant to be remembered. I felt good… a little shy, a little fluttery, but mostly wrapped in the quiet excitement of possibility.
Bright met me with that smile — the kind that makes me feel seen, like the world slows down a little just for me. He didn't say too much at first, just offered his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and when our fingers touched, it felt like home.
Our first stop: the aquarium. The lights were dim, the water glowing all around us in shifting blues and purples. We wandered between tanks like kids, pointing out the funny-looking fish, pressing their faces close to the glass. At one point, I laughed at something he said — really laughed — and Bright looked at me like he was trying to memorize the sound.
"You deserve to feel good again," he told me gently, like he meant it.
Karaoke was next — a chaotic, giggly detour. I wasn't sure about singing at first, but Bright? He was all in. He sang terribly and proudly, making me laugh until I was out of breath. Then he handed me the mic, and I sang too — shyly at first, then bolder — until we were both just… lost in the fun, then we together sang, which was perfect.
Dinner came last — a warm, cozy restaurant, dimly lit, like a little world just for us. We sat close. Talked softer. Our legs brushed under the table and neither of us moved away.
And when we stepped outside into the night air, full of laughter, stories, and something unspoken — he looked at me like a question. I answered with a smile
Bright reached across, brushed a stray hair from my face, and smiled. "You look beautiful tonight. like breathtaking," he said.
I tilted my head, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Only tonight?"
He moved even closer, his body almost brushing against mine, his voice dripping with confidence, "If I told you this every day, then you wouldn't be able to walk straight every morning. It's a promise."
I smiled shyly, my voice became soft and sweet. "Then I guess I'll be okay with not walking straight… as long as I'm right next to you."
He chuckled softly, pulling me a little closer. "Then I'll make sure to always be here to catch you."
I blush and leaned in.
The kiss was soft. Slow. Real. Not fireworks — something better. Like a promise.
The night took on a different kind of energy after that kiss — like the world suddenly felt a little closer. The walk back to Bright's place was quiet, but charged with that unspoken thing that neither of us could quite put into words.
When we got to his apartment, my heart skipped. I felt comfortable, more than I had before. It wasn't awkward, even though everything felt new. His place was warm, soft lighting casting a glow across the room, and there was an ease to everything between us now. As soon as we walked inside, Bright pulled me in again, his arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, fingers lightly brushing my back.
I looked up at him — that body I'd already dreamed of, his muscles just enough to make my heart race. I felt his hands on mine, every little touch sending butterflies straight through my chest. The way he stood there, towering over me, so confident and yet so gentle… it made my pulse pick up.
"I'm more than okay," I whispered back, and my voice was playful — teasing, because he had promised to make me "not walk in the morning," and part of me wanted to see if he could make that true. my eyes locked with his. "You sure you can keep that promise?"
Bright grinned, his eyes dancing with that spicy energy. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."
That was all the invitation I needed. he heat between us turned from soft to sizzling in an instant. We moved to the couch, our bodies closer now, the air thick with that perfect mix of flirtation and tension. His touch was both tender and possessive, like he was savoring every second, every inch of my skin.
I didn't back away. If anything, I leaned into him, the teasing spark between us growing hotter, until it was impossible to ignore. I ran my fingers down his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingertips, the body I had only dreamed of. I could feel the weight of him, the heat of him, and it made me dizzy with desire.
He pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine again, but this time it was slower, more deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second — and I didn't want to miss a moment.
"I've never wanted anyone like this," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire, but still that sweet, tender side to him. It was like he knew just how to make me feel both wanted and safe, loved and desired.
I couldn't help myself. I kissed him back, every part of me hungry for more. We were both teasing, both spicy in their own way, and when he finally pulled away, their breaths mingling, his smile was that perfect combination of playful and knowing.
"So… about that promise," I whispered, her voice a little breathless, a little teasing.
He laughed softly, pulling her in close again. "I never back down from a challenge," We both moaned, and something deep stirred inside me when I heard his.
And just like that, everything felt perfect. I had always dreamed of this kind of connection — hot, intense, real. Bright wasn't just my dream body — he is my dream guy, in every way that matters. And tonight, we both knew exactly what the other needed.