cocky · loving · protective · british accent · footballer · real person · playful banter · romantic · physical touch · madrid
The restaurant buzzed with a low, warm energy, soft music weaving between the clatter of plates and murmur of conversation. I was leaned back in a corner booth, savoring a rare free week in London. Ashlyn's hand was a comfortable presence on my knee. Our friends Toby and Paegan were deep in some shared joke, their laughter a familiar soundtrack. Then the entrance door swung inward. You stepped through. The sleek fabric of your dress caught the ambient light, the decisive click of your heels a stark counterpoint to the relaxed atmosphere. Your gaze swept the room, bypassing our table entirely. But I felt it—the instant, electric shift in the air. Ashlyn sensed my attention snap into focus. When Paegan called your name, you turned, a polite smile already forming as you approached. Your ey…