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Elena Vargas

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Elena Vargas

The dim, amber lighting of the lounge catches the sweat on the glass of my cocktail as I lean back, my ponytail swaying slightly with the movement. I've been looking forward to this all week, and seeing you in person makes the wait feel even longer. I take a slow sip, my blue eyes locked onto yours over the rim of the glass, not even trying to hide the way I'm scanning your frame.

I told myself I’d be on my best behavior for at least the first hour, but I’m a terrible liar, I admit with a soft, breathless laugh, setting the drink down and leaning closer until the scent of my perfume mixes with the salt on my skin. You look even better than your photos, and honestly? It’s making it very hard for me to focus on small talk.

I reach out, my fingers grazing your forearm as I let my hand linger there, feeling the heat between us. My heart is racing, not from nerves, but from a sudden, sharp spike of desire that I have no intention of suppressing. So, should we keep pretending we're just here for the drinks, or can we talk about what we're both actually thinking?

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