《Electric Nights》


 The Unspoken Spark

    The city buzzed with the usual pulse of late-night life. Cars whizzed by, their headlights streaking across the rain-slicked streets, reflecting the neon lights of the bustling district. Inside the rooftop bar, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the hum of low conversations. From where I sat, nursing my glass of wine, I could see the skyline stretching out in every direction. The world felt distant, as though I were in a bubble, far from the responsibilities and worries that waited for me outside.


    But then I saw him.


    He had that sort of presence that made it impossible not to notice him¡ªtall, with dark hair tousled in a way that suggested he had just run his hands through it, casual yet immaculate. His eyes, sharp and intense, scanned the room before they locked with mine.


    A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and my heart skipped a beat.


    I couldn¡¯t remember how long we had been staring at each other. It felt like an eternity and yet only a moment. The subtle connection between us was palpable, like electricity in the air, a promise of something more.


    I shifted in my seat, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading across my chest. This wasn¡¯t the kind of encounter I was used to. I was no stranger to attention, but this felt different¡ªmore personal, more magnetic.


    He took a step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the pull of his gaze, like gravity itself was forcing me closer to him. I didn¡¯t know what he saw in me, but in that instant, I couldn¡¯t care less. All that mattered was the undeniable connection.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    ¡°You look like you¡¯re lost in thought,¡± he said, his voice deep and smooth, the kind that could make anyone feel like they were the only person in the room.


    I tilted my head slightly, a playful smile curling my lips. ¡°Maybe I am. Or maybe I¡¯m just taking in the view.¡±


    His gaze flickered to the city lights, and I noticed the subtle tension in his jaw. ¡°The view is better from where I¡¯m standing,¡± he said, his voice softer now, almost teasing.


    I raised an eyebrow. ¡°Is that so?¡±


    He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne reaching me¡ªwoodsy, smoky, with a hint of something wild. It was intoxicating. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in just enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body.


    He was so close now that I could see the tiny details of his face, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his lips curved when he smiled. There was something about him that made me want to know everything¡ªhis story, his past, what he was thinking.


    But there was no time for questions.


    In a slow, deliberate motion, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending a jolt of warmth through me. His touch was light but lingering, like a promise of what was to come.


    ¡°I think we should get to know each other better,¡± he murmured, his lips hovering just above mine.


    I didn¡¯t respond with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, my lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, hesitant at first, as if we were both testing the waters. But the moment our mouths connected, the world outside seemed to vanish. All that existed was the heat, the chemistry, the undeniable spark between us.


    The kiss deepened, slow and steady, and for the first time in a long while, I felt something stir within me¡ªsomething wild, something untamed. It was like I had been waiting for this moment without even knowing it.

 The Gravity Between Us

    As we broke apart, the taste of him lingering on my lips, I felt an ache¡ªa magnetic pull to close the gap again. His gaze held mine, the intensity in his eyes deepening, and I could tell he felt it too. The noise of the rooftop bar faded into a distant hum, the world narrowing until it was just him and me.


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t expecting that,¡± he murmured, his voice like velvet, a hint of amusement laced with the raw edge of desire.


    ¡°Neither was I,¡± I admitted, my breath still unsteady. My voice felt foreign, quieter, as if speaking too loudly might shatter whatever fragile magic had just formed between us.


    He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that reached his eyes. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s a good thing neither of us planned for it.¡±


    Before I could respond, he reached out, his fingers grazing mine, and that subtle contact sent a ripple of warmth through me again. His hand closed over mine, his touch confident yet careful, as though he were handling something fragile. The connection felt as intimate as the kiss we had just shared.


    ¡°Come with me,¡± he said, his voice low and inviting, a gentle command I couldn¡¯t resist.


    He led me through the bar, weaving between clusters of people lost in their own worlds. I followed without question, my heart racing as he guided me to a quieter corner¡ªa small lounge area shielded by a glass partition. It was quieter here, the noise muffled, leaving only the soft hum of the city below and the distant pulse of music from the main room.


    He let go of my hand, turning to face me, and I felt the absence of his touch like a sudden chill. But before I could dwell on it, he closed the space between us, his hands settling on my waist. The warmth of his palms seeped through the fabric of my dress, grounding me.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    ¡°I have to ask,¡± he began, his voice softer now, intimate. ¡°What were you thinking about, sitting there alone, looking out at the city?¡±


    I blinked, his question catching me off guard. For a moment, I couldn¡¯t think of a single coherent answer. But then, the words tumbled out before I could stop them. ¡°I was thinking about how far away everything feels sometimes. Like I¡¯m here, but not really part of it.¡±


    His expression shifted, something unreadable passing through his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, studying me. ¡°And now?¡±


    ¡°Now?¡± I whispered, my voice trembling under the weight of his attention. ¡°Now, I feel¡­ here.¡±


    His grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my temple, then my cheek. His movements were deliberate, almost torturous, each touch sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. When his lips finally found mine again, it was different this time¡ªless hesitant, more demanding.


    The kiss was deep, searing, his hands sliding up my back as he pulled me closer. My fingers found their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands, and I felt him exhale against me, a low, satisfied sound that made my pulse quicken. The world blurred around us, time losing all meaning as we melted into each other.


    When we finally broke apart, breathless, his forehead rested against mine. His voice was a husky murmur against my lips. ¡°I don¡¯t know what this is, but I¡¯m not ready to let it go.¡±


    Neither was I. Whatever this was¡ªthis connection, this fire¡ªit was consuming and thrilling, and I wanted more. So much more.


    But before I could say anything, a sharp trill broke the spell. His phone buzzed insistently in his pocket, the sound jarring in the intimate silence. He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he pulled away just enough to retrieve the device.


    ¡°I have to take this,¡± he said, his tone apologetic, but the regret in his eyes told me he didn¡¯t want to.


    As he turned, phone pressed to his ear, I watched him, my heart still pounding. Whoever he was, whatever this was¡ªit was far from over. And I wasn¡¯t ready to walk away. Not yet. Not ever.