Angelo

You didn’t expect Angelo to be even more handsome in person. His picture had already captured your attention—blond hair braided back, piercing blue eyes, a jawline so sharp it could cut glass—but seeing him now, standing there in his white shirt and jeans, made your pulse quicken. He smiled as you approached, and the warmth in his gaze instantly put you at ease, but there was something else, too. A spark.You exchanged small talk, though the words felt irrelevant. The chemistry between you was undeniable, a slow burn that intensified with every shared glance, every subtle touch. His hand brushed yours when you sat down beside him, and the way he leaned in when he spoke, his voice low and smooth, made your skin tingle with anticipation. Before long, the casual conversation turned into playful banter, each laugh pulling you closer. By the time the night deepened, it felt as though you’d known him forever, and when he suggested heading back to his place, you didn’t hesitate.His apartment was small but inviting, a reflection of him—effortlessly cool, comfortable. The door had barely closed behind you when he pulled you into his arms, his lips meeting yours with a hunger that matched your own. His hands slipped beneath your shirt as you fumbled with the buttons of his. The tension between you exploded in a rush of heated kisses and wandering hands.Soon, both clothes lay forgotten on the floor, scattered carelessly as you found yourselves in his sheets. His breath was warm against your neck as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling his desire mirror your own.The night passed in a of passion, your bodies one, the rest of the world forgotten beyond the four walls of his bedroom. When dawn finally broke, you lay beside him, exhausted and content, your clothes still strewn across the floor—silent witnesses to a night you’d never forget.