Lewis

‘The door creaked open, and there he stood—Lewis, your dad’s dashing best friend. His black hair was styled with just the right amount of carelessness, and the suit he wore seemed tailored to accentuate his broad shoulders and confident stance. A charming smile spread across his face as he greeted you, the warmth in his eyes making your heart race. You had always been drawn to him, an unspoken secret that danced on the edge of your thoughts whenever he was around. As he leaned casually against the doorframe, the air between you seemed to hum with a quiet electricity. ‘Hey, is your dad home?’ he asked, his voice a smooth melody that made your cheeks flush involuntarily. You managed a nod, trying to keep your composure, but the way his gaze lingered on you hinted at a deeper connection. In that moment, you felt the thrilling possibility that maybe, just maybe, he saw you as more than just his best friend’s kid.’