It All Started With A Swipe

Chapter 7: December Nights & December Desires

December in Paris was nothing short of a dream. The air was icy but carried the scent of roasted almonds and snow-soaked cobblestones. Streetlights glowed like little suns, and couples wandered hand-in-hand, lost in holiday romance.

For Gia, the season brought joy—not just because of the festivities, but because Noah was by her side. Every day felt like a scene from a holiday movie—messy kisses under twinkling lights, stealing bites of each other’s food, cuddling on benches with coffee cups warming their hands. Her favorite moments weren’t even the big ones. It was the way he looked at her when snowflakes landed on her hair… or the way he’d pull her scarf tighter like he never wanted to let her go.

But the highlight of the month?

December 16th—Noah’s birthday.

Gia had planned it all out like a scene from her fantasy.

A sexy black top that clung to her in all the right places, dark jeans that hugged her curves, and high boots that clicked seductively on the pavement. Her lips were glossed with a subtle pink sheen—irresistible.

Noah showed up in all black, effortlessly cool, making her stomach flip the second he walked in. They looked at each other and smirked. They knew they were twinning, not just in outfits—but in desire.

“Looking like sin tonight, Gia,” Noah whispered as he pulled her in by the waist.

“It’s your birthday. I thought I’d give you something to crave.”

They laughed, kissed, and he slipped on her gift—a silver bracelet engraved with his name. The way he held it, kissed her fingers, and whispered thank you made her melt.

Later that night, in the heart of a dimly lit club, they danced. Bodies tangled in rhythm, faces inches apart. The world blurred. Their mouths kept finding each other’s—slow, teasing kisses that turned deeper with every beat of the song.

Gia was tipsy, her body buzzing with alcohol and Noah’s nearness. She excused herself to the restroom, cheeks flushed, trying to calm her breathing.

As she closed the door behind her, someone caught it just before it clicked.

Noah.

“Hey!” she giggled, eyes wide. “This is the ladies’—”

“Shhh…” He locked the door behind him and leaned into her. “I couldn’t let you run away like that… not when you looked this damn good.”

Before she could respond, his mouth crashed into hers—hungry, aggressive, intoxicating. She gasped into the kiss, her back hitting the wall as his hands gripped her waist tightly. Their bodies pressed flush, heat rising in waves.

“Noah…” she breathed, as his lips moved to her neck. “We’re in a public—”

“Exactly,” he smirked against her skin. “You taste better when it’s forbidden.”

He lifted her effortlessly and sat her on the cold marble sink counter. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone, one hand cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her top, the other grabbing her thigh with possessive hunger.

Gia tilted her head back, moaning softly as his tongue slid over the swell of her chest.

“I want you,” she whispered, surprising herself.

Noah looked up, breathing heavy. “I know, baby. I can feel it.”

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eyes glazed with lust, lips parted.

“I want you like in those dirty scenes I watch alone at night,” she confessed, half-drunk, half-bold.

Noah’s eyes darkened, lips brushing her ear. “You mean the ones where she begs for it… and he wrecks her against the wall?”

She whimpered, biting her lip, nodding. “Exactly those.”

He groaned, lips capturing hers again as he rocked his hips into her, teasing her core through their clothes. The friction made her cry out.

But just as her hands slid down to undo his belt, he pulled back.

“No,” he whispered, chest rising and falling. “Not like this.”

“Why not?” she gasped, still aching for his touch.

“Because you’re drunk. And when I finally have you, Gia… I want you sober. I want you to feel every second. I want you to beg, clearly. No regrets. No haze. Just you—craving me with your whole heart.”

She blinked, stunned and turned on at the same time.

“Now that’s just evil,” she whispered.

He smirked and kissed her one last time—slow, deep, promising. Then gently helped her off the counter. Her legs shook beneath her.

Moments later, her phone buzzed. Her sister was calling. Time to leave.

They exited like nothing had happened. But everything had changed.

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1:34 AM — Chat Between Gia & Noah

Gia: I literally hate you right now. 🥵 You left me like that?

Noah: Left you begging, didn’t I? 😈

Gia: You didn’t even let me finish what I started…

Noah: Oh, I plan to let you finish. Again. And again.

Gia: You teased me so bad. My thighs still hurt from the way you grabbed me.

Noah: Good. I want your body to remember my hands.

Gia: I wanted you to just take me there. I was ready. More than ready.

Noah: I know, baby. You were dripping heat.

Gia: You’re evil. A sexy, cruel tease.

Noah: You’ll thank me later. I want our first time to be perfect. Candlelight. No rush. All of you. Sober. Moaning my name without shame.

Gia: You sure about that? ‘Cause once I start moaning, I’m not stopping.

Noah: Then don’t. I want the neighbors to complain.

Gia: Noah… you’re making me crave again.

Noah: Good. Keep craving. Because next time, I won’t leave you hanging. I’ll ruin you, Gia—in all the best ways.

She locked her phone, heart pounding, lips curling into a sly smile.

God, this boy was going to be the death of her.