Can I Kiss You
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The dinner party went beautifully.
For Elsa, it felt like a fairytale ball — like a princess dancing with her prince beneath golden chandeliers instead of the moon, forgetting that midnight always comes.
They stayed until twelve. When Elsa glanced at the time glowing on her phone screen, her heart skipped.
“It’s midnight,” she said softly. “Can you take me home?”
Rosa and Luciano had left earlier, around ten. Rosa had work the next morning. Luciano didn’t like the idea of her working at a hotel. The thought of strange men looking at her unsettled him. But Rosa had stood her ground.
“Dating a billionaire doesn’t mean I stop working,” she had told him.
And she meant it.
Luciano drove her home, conflicted but silent.
Eros, meanwhile, led Elsa to the parking lot where his ocean-blue Tesla Model 3 waited under the dim lights. He opened the door for her, his hand hovering at the small of her back without fully touching — restraint disguised as courtesy.
He got in beside her and programmed the GPS with the address she gave him.
“I’m too lazy to drive,” he said casually, activating autopilot.
Elsa smiled, but she knew better.
He wasn’t lazy.
He wanted his hands free.
The car glided smoothly onto the road, city lights streaking past like blurred stars. The silence between them wasn’t empty — it was thick, charged.
All night, Eros had fought the urge to kiss her.
Now she sat inches away, laughing softly at something he said, her lips curved and glossy, catching the dashboard light.
He swallowed.
Her lips looked forbidden. Like something he had been denied for far too long.
Kiss her.
The voice in his head grew louder.
Elsa’s pulse wasn’t any calmer.
She had read about car kisses — about how they led to unforgettable nights. She wanted to know. She wanted to feel. She wanted to stop being the invisible girl who only imagined romance.
Despite her fear of becoming like her mother — loving recklessly, losing painfully — she wanted this.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” she thought, her heart racing. “One kiss won’t destroy my world.”
Eros turned slightly toward her.
“Can I kiss you?”
Her breath hitched.
*Can he read my mind?*
“How did he know?” she wondered, her fingers tightening around her clutch.
He leaned closer, his voice lowering.
“Can I kiss these beautiful lips of yours?”
His thumb brushed her bottom lip, gently pulling it free from where she had been nervously biting it.
The simple touch made her tremble.
She nodded.
Her eyes closed before she could stop herself.
His lips met hers softly at first — cautious, almost testing. The kiss was slow, warm, like the flutter of butterfly wings against skin.
Then it deepened.
He tilted his head, guiding her. When he lightly bit her lower lip, she gasped, and he took the invitation. The kiss grew hotter, hungrier — controlled but intense.
A low groan vibrated in his throat.
Elsa tried to keep up, responding instinctively, her fingers clutching his shirt. She felt inexperienced, but desire overpowered embarrassment.
He felt her respond.
And it stirred something darker in him.
His right hand slid to the back of her head, steadying her. His left hand rested on her waist, holding her securely.
She surprised him.
Gripping his collar, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
A quiet chuckle escaped him against her mouth.
“Innocent,” he thought, “but not unaware.”
He lifted her effortlessly onto his lap. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance as the world narrowed to breath and heat.
Five minutes felt like seconds.
When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against his.
Her voice trembled.
“Eros… never leave my side.”
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
To her, they were not dramatic.
They were fear.
She had already lost once in her life. She could not survive losing someone again.
She needed permanence. She needed certainty.
But inside Eros’s mind, something shifted.
He had sworn never to belong to one woman. Not after what had happened with his brother. Not after the lesson he had learned.
Yet hearing her say that…
It fed his pride.
She was falling.
Completely.
“I never will,” he murmured.
Whether it was truth or performance, even he wasn’t sure.
His hand drifted slowly down her thigh. The movement was unhurried, deliberate — giving her time to stop him.
She didn’t.
Her breath grew uneven as his fingers traced upward.
When his hand brushed over the thin fabric covering her most sensitive place, her body stiffened — not from rejection, but from shock.
A soft sound escaped her lips.
The sensation was new. Frightening. Thrilling.
Her body betrayed her innocence by responding instantly.
He felt it.
And it fueled his ego.
His thumb moved gently, experimentally, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders.
Everything inside her felt like it was unraveling.
Just as he was about to push further, the car slowed.
They had arrived.
The sight of her villa came into view — white walls, gray accents, black foundation. Elegant. Clean. Controlled.
So different from the chaos inside the car.
He withdrew his hand.
Both of them were breathing harder than they should have been.
They stepped out of the vehicle, but the tension didn’t fade.
They kissed again on the way to her door — slower now, heavier with anticipation.
Elsa’s thoughts were scattered.
Her dream of a first kiss under the rain… gone.
Her rule about never risking becoming someone’s one-night story… fading.
She wanted him.
Not just for a night.
For forever.
She believed — desperately — that what she felt was love.
And love meant safety.
So she was ready.
Ready to give him her innocence.
Ready to trust that he would not disappear like others had.
Ready to be consumed by the man she once admired from a distance.
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Author's Note:
What do you think, guys?
Will he stay with her till death do them part?
Will he keep his promise?
Have you ever experience a moment in your life were you decide to do something recklessly without thinking about consciousness?
Like you just want to live in the moment and you don't care about tomorrow?
I did once on Valentine's Day many years ago.
Don't over think it wasn't like Elsa. Hehehe
It was me just acknowledging my crush on my childhood friend.
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Bella Angel Douglas
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