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That steamy basement romance!!!

The cellar smelled of dust, old cardboard boxes and a hint of adventure. It was actually a rather unspectacular place – low ceiling, a bare light bulb, a few forgotten pieces of furniture. And yet it felt as though something was happening here that outshone everything else. “To be honest,” said Melly, folding her arms, “if you’re going to lure me down into a cellar, I’d at least have expected some snacks.” Chico grinned, leaning casually against the wall and raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t lure you here. You came of your own free will.” “Only because you said it was important,” she replied, taking a step closer. “This is…” – she looked around – “definitely not what I expected.” “Perhaps you should rethink your expectations,” he said quietly. The light bulb flickered briefly, as if it had sensed the moment. For a moment, they simply stood there. Too close to be indifferent. Too far apart to admit it. “So?” Melly lifted her chin. “What’s so important?” Chico looked at her – really looked at her – and suddenly the cheeky tone had vanished. “You.” She laughed, half surprised, half sceptical. “Wow. Locked up in the cellar and then pulling a cheap trick like that? Hats off to you.” “I mean it,” he said, taking another step closer. Now she could feel his breath. “I can’t get you out of my head. And I thought… if I told you upstairs, you’d just run away.” “And I can’t do that down here?” she asked, but her voice had grown quieter. “Yes,” he murmured. “But you haven’t done it yet.” Melly studied him for a moment. Then she gave a wry grin. “Maybe I’ll wait for the snacks.” Chico laughed softly. “I’ve got nothing to offer you… except myself.” “Quite confident,” she said, but she didn’t back away. On the contrary – her fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling him a little closer. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with that?” “You can find that out for yourself.” The air between them grew thicker, warmer. Somewhere, water was dripping. Somewhere, wood was creaking. But all that mattered was that tiny gap between them. “You’re impossible,” she whispered. “And you’re still here.” A brief moment. A glance. An unspoken “Now or never”. Then she kissed him. Boldly. Direct. Without warning. It took Chico a heartbeat to react – then he pulled her towards him as if he’d been waiting for exactly that. Suddenly, the cellar wasn’t cold any more. Not grey any more. Not indifferent any more. When they finally pulled apart, Melly smiled breathlessly. “You know what?” “Hmm?” “Next time, let’s go somewhere with some snacks.” Chico grinned. “Deal. But the cellar stays our secret.” She winked. “Our rather good secret.”