As Tisha sat curled against his chest, savoring the lingering warmth of their dinner, a thought whispered into her mind... what could she do to make him stay, to not let this moment slip away?
Her pulse quickened as the idea took shape, bold and reckless, but too tempting to hold back.
Her lips parted, voice soft but daring, "Alex… why don't you… come live with me?"
He stilled, his brows lifting slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Then, with a gentle chuckle, he brushed his thumb along her cheek.
"Tempting," he said warmly, "but not like this."
Her heart dipped, a faint pout tugging at her lips... until he added, his tone low and deliberate, "I've got a better plan. I'll tell you later."
The mystery in his voice wrapped around her tighter than his arms, leaving her restless with curiosity.
Just as they were savoring the quiet intimacy, the soft glow of candlelight reflecting in their eyes, Alex's phone pinged from the side of the table.
