14

Forrest

Sienna's frame was pressed against me as I held her close, swaying in perfect rhythm to the music. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, glimmering under the chandeliers. Up close, I could see every delicate freckle that dusted her cheeks and nose, adding to her ethereal beauty.

Dancing with Sienna was like being transported to a dream world, and I never wanted to wake up.

The overwhelming emotions that caused my heart to swell were impossible to suppress or deny. Every touch, every breath shared between us felt like a fire igniting within me, consuming all rational thought. At that moment, there was nothing else but us, and I knew I couldn't fight it anymore. Succumbing to my feelings for Sienna was inevitable.

As we danced, the world around us seemed to disappear. The murmur of voices and clinking of glasses faded into a distant hum, and even the upbeat melody became a mere backdrop. It was just Sienna and me.

I breathed in her scent, a mix of honey and vanilla that never failed to intoxicate me. My hand rested on the small of her back, feeling the fabric of her dress beneath my fingers. Sienna leaned in closer, resting her head on my shoulder. She hummed softly along with the melody, the vibrations traveling through her body and into mine.

"Let's get out of here," Sienna whispered when the song ended, and my heart raced at her words. Her delicate fingers interlocked with mine, urging me out of the grand manor and into the cool night air. A heavy silence hung between us, thick with anticipation. We were both afraid to break the charged energy that pulsed through us.

When we arrived at her doorstep, Sienna hesitated before turning to face me, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the gas lamps. "Would you like to come in for some tea?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I would love to," I replied .

With trembling hands, Sienna fumbled to fit her keys into the lock. Each jingle of the keys echoed through the silent night, only adding to her obvious unease as she battled with the stubborn lock. A cool breeze swept through the evening air, and her fiery red hair whipped around like a blazing inferno, obscuring her vision.

"Let me," I said as my hand grazed hers, gently taking the keys. I placed the key in the lock and turned the knob with ease, ushering her inside.

Without a word, I gently closed the door behind us, feeling the resistance give way as it clicked shut. When I turned around, Sienna's eyes glittered with a fierce determination, like a lioness stalking her prey. Our lips met in a collision of desire and pent-up longing, our bodies pressing together in an electric embrace. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," I confessed.

Sienna's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Me too," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "So, why didn't you?"

"I was afraid," he admitted. "Afraid of ruining our friendship, afraid of moving too fast. "

Her eyes searched mine. "And now?" she asked.

I cupped her face gently, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. "Now, I'm not afraid anymore. Well, I am. But I'm okay with being afraid."

"Me too," she said before her lips crashed into mine again, hungry and insistent. We stumbled backwards until my back hit the wall, our hands roaming desperately over each other's bodies. I slid my palms down her sides, relishing her soft curves beneath my fingertips.

I pulled back slightly, admiring the sight of her flushed cheeks and passion-darkened eyes. Her lips, swollen from our kisses, parted as she whispered my name like a prayer. Unable to resist, I leaned in and captured her mouth with mine again.