When Eyes Say More Than Words

She wore a red scarf and those damn heels that clicked out a slow, seductive rhythm with every step. He sat at the bar, sipping his whisky, pretending to scroll through his phone—

but he’d been watching her since the moment she walked in. Her gaze cut through him like a blade. Brief. Confident. A spark that left no room for guesswork.

Not a single word had been exchanged, but the air between them was already charged. She sat two stools away, ordered a prosecco with a casual smile, and gave him a glance from beneath her lashes—quick, intentional, unmistakable. She knew what she wanted. And she knew he did too.

Moments later, he moved closer.

-“Spending the evening alone?” - he asked, leaning in just enough to catch the scent of her perfume.

-“For now,” - she said, circling her finger around the rim of her glass - “But I don’t like things that drag on too long.”

They exchanged a few words—just for formality. Their bodies said the rest. Her parted lips, his hand “accidentally” brushing her shoulder, their eyes locking again and again like two matches struck against each other. Nothing else was needed.

They left together. No discussion. This wasn’t a night for small talk. In the taxi, her hand slid onto his thigh, thumb grazing just beside his zipper. He inhaled sharply through his teeth. The driver pretended not to notice, but there was a smirk on his lips.

At his place, there was no hesitation. The door barely clicked shut before their bodies found each other. She kissed him like she’d been waiting too long, fingers tangled in his hair, while he opened her coat, unfastening buttons with the precision of a surgeon.

-“You’re fast,” - she whispered with a grin.

-“I’ve got motivation,” - he murmured, slipping off her scarf and kissing just beneath her ear.

The bedroom was close, but they didn’t make it right away. They paused against the hallway wall. Her dress was already hiked up, his hands found their way to her hips,

and she let out a soft, unmistakable moan - the kind that means yes.

In bed, it was wild and tender. They didn’t rush, though their bodies burned with urgency. She laughed when his sock got stuck in the sheets. He chuckled when she tugged his ear a bit too hard. But the honesty in their clumsiness only made it more intimate. They weren’t pretending. They just were—naked, breathless, alive.

And when her legs wrapped tightly around him, when their bodies moved in perfect rhythm,

she looked deep into his eyes. That look—full of hunger, permission, and something close to affection—stayed with him long after.

Later, they lay in silence under the blanket. She traced her fingers across his chest.

-“Do you think this will happen again?” - she asked, not quite facing him.

-“If you look at me the way you did tonight… I won’t have a choice,” - he replied.

And they both smiled. Because they knew—they didn’t need many words. Their eyes had already done all the talking.

And you?

Maybe someone’s out there, waiting for your look.

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