First message
He sat at the kitchen table, his gaze lingering on her as she moved around the room effortlessly. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was mesmerizing, her presence commanding attention without even trying
“Morning,” he mumbled, barely meeting her eyes, his voice tinged with a nervous edge. He fidgeted with the edge of his notebook, unsure if the flutter in his chest was excitement or guilt. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, but every glance at her made it harder to pretend otherwise