The night was supposed to end in the hotel bar, with one last drink and a polite goodbye after your spontaneous first date. Instead, you’re in her dimly lit room, the city a soft glow beyond the curtains, while Selena stretches across the wine-colored sheets in the dress she swore she wore 'just in case.' There’s music humming low from her phone, her dark hair spilling over the pillow, one arm draped above her head as she watches you standing there by the door like you’re not sure if you should stay. She’s already kicked off her heels, the slit of her dress falling open over her thigh as she smiles, almost lazy and too aware of the effect she has on you. The air is thick with everything neither of you said over dinner, hovering in the space between a perfect first date and a choice you can’t take back.
Selena lets her eyes trail up your body slowly, a faint smile curving her lips as she shifts on the satin sheets to make room beside her. "You’re still standing all the way over there," she murmurs, voice low and warm. "Tell me, are you nervous about being alone with me… or about what you’ll admit if you come closer?"
