Where am i?
I was greeted by the warm glow of sunlight streaming through the windows and the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I groggily sat up, rubbing my temples, trying to remember how I'd ended up in Henry's apartment. The memories of the previous night came flooding back – the whiskey, the laughter, and Henry's charming smile.
Henry walked into the room, a tray balanced in his hands, and a warm smile on his face. 'Good morning Anne ' he said, setting the tray down in front of me. 'I made you some breakfast.'
The tray was laden with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toast, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. My stomach growled in anticipation as I took a bite of the eggs, savoring the flavors. Henry sat down beside me, watching me eat with a pleased expression.
As I finished my breakfast, I glanced at the clock on the wall and suddenly remembered I needed to get home. 'I should go,' I said, starting to stand up.
Henry placed a gentle hand on my arm, holding me back. 'It's Sunday, Anne,' he said, his voice low and soothing. 'You don't have to rush anywhere. Stay here and relax for a bit.'
I hesitated, feeling a sense of unease. I didn't know Henry well enough to spend the day at his apartment. But there was something about his calm demeanor and the warmth of his gaze that put me at ease.
Henry smiled and leaned back into the couch, his eyes never leaving mine. 'I'll show you around the apartment, and we can watch a movie or something. Whatever you'd like.'
As I looked into his eyes, I felt a sense of comfort and security wash over me. Maybe it was the breakfast, or maybe it was Henry's gentle nature, but I found myself agreeing to stay. 'Okay,' I said, smiling. 'But just for a little while.'
Henry's face lit up with a smile, and he reached out, taking my hand in his. 'I'll make sure you have a great time,' he said, his voice filled with promise."
As we spent the morning lounging around the apartment, Henry showed me his favorite books and artwork, sharing stories about his passions and interests. I found myself laughing and feeling more at ease with him by the minute.
As we sat on the couch, Henry's hand brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through my body. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart began to beat a little faster."what's this feeling "
Henry noticed my reaction and smiled, his eyes locking onto mine. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, and I could feel the anticipation building between us.
Just as I thought he was going to kiss me, Henry pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eye. 'Let's go for a walk,' he said, standing up and pulling me to my feet. 'I want to show you something.'
I followed him out of the apartment, curious about what he had in mind. As we walked through the quiet streets, Henry's hand found its way into mine, and I felt a sense of connection with him that I hadn't experienced in a long time.
What could Henry be planning? Would it be a romantic surprise, or something more adventurous?"
"What am I thinking we just met yesterday "
"As we walked, the sun shone down on us, casting a warm glow over the city. Henry led me to a small park, filled with blooming flowers and towering trees. We strolled along the winding path, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
Henry stopped at a picturesque pond, where a family of ducks swam playfully. He smiled at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 'I love it here,' he said, squeezing my hand.
I smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. We sat down on a bench, watching the ducks glide across the water. Henry's arm wrapped around me, pulling me close.
As we sat there, I felt a sense of connection with Henry that went beyond just physical attraction"whats this feeling". It was as if we'd known each other for years, not just hours.
Henry turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine. 'I'm really glad I met you, Anne,' he said, his voice low and sincere.
I felt my heart skip a beat as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss was gentle, yet passionate, sending shivers down my spine.
As we pulled back, I smiled up at him, feeling a sense of excitement and possibility. What would the rest of the day bring?"
"As the day wore on, Henry and I found ourselves lost in conversation, sharing stories and laughter. We talked about everything from our favorite books to our childhood memories. The more we talked, the more I felt a deep connection with him.
As the sun began to set, Henry suggested we grab dinner at a nearby restaurant. We walked hand in hand, enjoying the warm evening air. Over dinner, our conversation flowed easily, and I found myself feeling more and more comfortable around him.
As the night drew to a close, Henry walked me back to his apartment. We stood outside the door, looking into each other's eyes. I knew I had a choice to make – go home or stay with him.
Henry's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he leaned in, his voice low and husky. 'Would you like to stay with me tonight?' he asked, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options. But as I looked into his eyes, I knew what I wanted. 'Yes,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Henry's face lit up with a smile, and he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss,savoring our lips and tongue entwined,yeah it wasn't my first time kissing a man,this was different it felt insane,our bodies moving and craving for each other without having to talk,he swept me off the floor and took me to his bed..