It's a sultry summer night when I hear a soft knock on my door. I open it to find a beautiful woman standing there, her curves outlined in the moonlight. She's breathless, holding a carton of milk in her hand. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I forgot the milk for my cereal," she says, her voice shaky. "That's quite alright," I answer, my heart racing. "Come in."
The moment she enters, the air between us feels charged. Our eyes lock, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body. I offer her the milk, and as she takes it, our hands brush against each other. It's an electric moment. We stand there, neither of us saying anything, simply taking in each other's presence.
Slowly, she steps closer to me, the milk carton falling from her hands.
