Being alone for a while teaches you things. You learn to enjoy small stuff like coffee in peace, walks without anyone rushing you, falling asleep in silence. But it also shows how much you miss someone’s touch and voice.

I learned that being alone is not bad… but staying like that forever would be sad. People need people. We need laughter, hugs, morning texts. So I’m ready to open my heart again. Slowly, but honestly. And with passion which is part of me!

Oh, that moment… when everything freezes for a second.
My heart beats so loud I’m sure he can hear it. I start wondering should I close my eyes now or wait for him to move first? Does my breath smell okay? Is he sure he wants it too?

So many thoughts in just two seconds. But when it finally happens - silence and pleasure. No thoughts, no fear, just warmth. That first kiss can say more than a hundred messages ever could...

Sometimes a glance decides everything. He meets her eyes—and understands: there's no room for chance here. She knows how it works.
She doesn't rush, doesn't flirt in the usual sense. She simply pauses, electrifying the space around her. He feels trapped, but doesn't want to break free.
This isn't a game of seduction. It's a test of his ability to withstand the tension. A woman who knows how to manage silence doesn't need touching.

He's not afraid of her body—he's afraid of her gaze. He's afraid that she sees more than she lets on. That she can read his reserve, discern what's playing and what's true.
A woman who can see through him is a threat. She doesn't expose him, she simply observes. And this makes a man feel his mask crack.
He's not afraid of being exposed—he's afraid that with her, he has nowhere to hide. The fear of being seen is the most honest of all fears