My first co-star F*ck!!

from Melly4You

The night smelled of perfume and possibilities. The music still vibrated softly in the walls as we closed the door behind us and exchanged that meaningful smile that promised more than words ever could. Your gaze lingered on my lips a fraction too long, and I felt my pulse quicken—busted. We played with closeness, with pauses, with that delicious "maybe." Your fingers brushed casually against my arm, cheeky enough to give me goosebumps, innocent enough to leave everything open. The night stretched, expanded, grew warm, and dangerously beautiful. Laughter mingled with soft breathing, and every movement suddenly held meaning. As morning slowly tapped at the windows, we lay there—a little disheveled, a little guilty, very content. The night had promised nothing, yet given everything. And as you gave me a conspiratorial grin, I knew: Some nights don't leave a pleasant memory. They stay awake.