In the days that followed, a sense of anticipation bubbled within me. I hadn’t seen Nicolas since that last encounter, he was always back home late. Stella worried about this, but what she wasn't aware was I was more worried than she was. I was sort of jealous too. I couldn't but think that Nicolas could be seeing another woman.
His words and touches from our last meeting still lingered, replaying in my mind, making my pulse race every time I thought of him.
One afternoon, as I returned home from a long day, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Nicolas, short and intriguing:
"Meet me at the address I just sent you. I have a surprise."
Curiosity and excitement flared within me. I quickly dressed and headed to the address he provided, my mind spinning with possibilities.
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