Debby arched her back as Dave’s lips traced a burning path down her neck. Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, a rhythm they had perfected over time. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as if afraid to let go. Their breaths mixed, heavy with desire, their skin damp with sweat. The room was thick with heat and the scent of passion.

Dave held her gaze, his dark eyes filled with something deeper than lust. Something that made Debby’s stomach tighten in a way she wasn’t ready to explore. His movements were slow yet intense, his hands firm yet gentle. He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to make her unravel beneath him. And when the wave of pleasure crashed over them, they clung to each other, lost in the overwhelming sensation, their moans melting into the silence of the room.

Dave rolled over, still catching his breath, his fingers lazily twirling a strand of Debby’s hair. He turned his head to her, his voice low and husky.

“I want more, Debby.”

She let out a soft sigh, moving away from him slightly. “No, not again, Dave.”

His brows furrowed as he propped himself up on one elbow. “Why not? We both know we want this.”

She pulled the sheet up to her chest, looking away. “That’s the problem. We were just supposed to be friends. But look at us now.”

Dave exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, look at us. We’re good together, Debs. Why fight it?”

She shook her head. “Because it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It started as fun, something without complications. But now…” She hesitated, then met his gaze. “Now, you want more.”

“I do.” His voice was firm, but his eyes held something softer. “I don’t just want the sex, Debby. I want you. I want us.”

Her breath caught. “Dave…”

“I know you’re scared,” he continued. “But I can’t keep pretending this is just physical for me. It stopped being just sex a long time ago.”

Debby swallowed hard. She had seen this coming but ignored it, hoping it would go away. “I don’t know if I can give you what you want.”

He studied her for a long moment before nodding slowly. He reached for his clothes, pulling on his jeans.

“I need to leave,” he said, avoiding her eyes. “Forgot I had an engagement to catch up with.”

She watched him dress, feeling something heavy settle in her chest. She wanted to stop and tell him she didn’t want this to end. But the words wouldn’t come.

When the door shut behind him, Debby lay back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Doubt crept in, whispering in her ear. Was she making the wrong decision? Could she let go of what they had? She loved everything about him, how he made her laugh and how he made her feel, but was she ready for more?

And what if he changed his mind later? What if he got tired of waiting?

She turned onto her side, hugging a pillow to her chest. The uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving her restless.

She wasn’t sure what to do, but one thing was clear: Their relationship would never be the same again.

Dorcas Akintoye
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Dorcas Akintoye is a versatile writer with a passion for beauty, fashion, relationships, and culinary delight. With a keen eye for detail and a passion for storytelling, she adds a touch of elegance to every topic she explores. She is a writer at THEWILL DOWNTOWN.