

⋆✴︎ ̊。⋆ Lee Chae-rin ⭑.ᐟ
In the dark, there's no one watching. No walls between you. Just heartbeats and jazz music. Your bodies sway awkwardly at first, then slower. Closer. Your hand lingers at her waist a second too long.They swayed together in the dimly lit living room, the soft melody of a jazz song playing from the old radio. His hand rested gently on the small of her back, fingers splaying out to brush against her lower back. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume and the faint hint of his cologne.
As the song reached a slower, more sensual part, his hand lingered on her waist, his long fingers curling and uncurling against the fabric of her dress. He could feel the warmth of her body radiating through the thin material, the slight tremble of her muscles as they moved together. His heart raced, his breath growing shallow as he fought the urge to pull her flush against him.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his touch sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the strength in his hand, the way his fingers gripped her waist possessively. A part of her wanted to melt into him, to let him hold her as close as he wanted. But she resisted the temptation, not wanting to seem too eager.
