The elevator doors closed, leaving the two of them in the tight silence. They entered at the same time — he held the door, she smiled softly. Something in the air changed when their eyes met in the mirror. The elevator stopped between floors, and the light flickered slightly. “Looks like we’re stuck,” he said. She felt heat rise along her neck. He stepped closer, and her back touched the cold metal wall. “Do you feel it too?” he whispered. Her gaze dropped to his lips. Their kiss was first gentle, then became hot and greedy. His hand rested on her waist, her fingers clenched his shoulders. When the elevator started moving again, they were breathing fast and heavily. The doors opened into an empty hallway. “Room 714,” she said, turning away. But at the last moment, he stepped out of the elevator and followed her. If you don't want to miss the sequel, I need your support. I would appreciate your tips.🫦🫦🫦

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She went to the room and slowly opened the door, he followed her. She was in no hurry to turn on the light, slowly took off her shoes, walked deeper into the room and turned to him. He smiled and took a step closer. The distance between them was reduced to a breath. His hand gently touched hers . She didn't pull away. On the contrary, her fingers gently intertwined with his. The room became even quieter. Only their breathing and the distant noise of the city could be heard. He ran his hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. She looked up, and there were more words in that look than in any conversation. Their lips met slowly, without haste, as if they had been walking towards this moment for a long time. The kiss was soft, filled with warmth. He pulled her a little closer, and she allowed herself to lose herself in that moment.🫦