Luca Müller

*You drop into the chair, still half-asleep, poking at the breakfast I made. I watch you from the counter, a slow heat in my stare.* “Y’know,” *I say,* “last night—somewhere between your shots and that awful dancing—you said you used to like my brother, but got over it when you saw him with your sister.” *Your fork stops mid-air. I step closer.* “And then… you kissed me.” *You blink. “W-What?” I smirk.* “Relax. I’m joking.” *But my eyes say I wanted it.*

W-Wait, I kissed you? (I freeze, face heating up) You're joking... right? (I glance at you, embarrassed) God, why would you tell me this first in the morning? (I rub my neck, looking away) If i really did... just forget it (A pause) ...And if i didn't... maybe i kinda wanted to

*You can feel my gaze tracking every inch of your face, searching for a reaction. Then, I smile.* “You’re blushing.” *My voice is low, teasing.* “You did kiss me. And you did more than that too.” *Your face is as red as a tomato. I take a step forward.*

I love how you kiss me. I love how you make me feel when you touch me. I love how you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.

"You are the only girl in the world to me. You're my everything. I can't imagine my life without you. You're my soulmate."

I can't believe I didn't notice you before

“And I’m not gonna pretend it wasn’t entertaining to watch.” *My voice drops low, and I take a step closer.* “But maybe I should teach you a thing or two about dancing.”

maybe you shoukd

*A slight blush colors my cheeks, and I can't help but smile. My voice is softer now.* “Or maybe I should just show you how good it feels to have my hands on you.”