POV: you finally asked me out 💞

And here I am, sitting across from you, looking straight into your eyes over the table. There’s something thrilling about this moment - the tension of “what happens next?”
Do we just talk, laugh, taste each other's food? Or does the heat between us make it impossible to keep it innocent? 😏

I like this kind of game, where every glance feels like a tease, every smile is a promise.
**If you had me across the table tonight, would you be able to focus on dinner, or would your mind already be undressing me undressing me with your eyes? 🔥
What are you hungry for? **