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Could you be more surprised?
Your first dates with Joaquín were magical, the type you came back home breathing deeply to contain the smile and the dreamy atmosphere that loomed around you.
Texts were filled with that warm feeling, the one that makes your heart do a flip and then land in a sequence of excited jumps. Yeah, it was insane.
You looked at him and saw a prince, a sweet beautiful man who would do anything for you and, well, you’d do anything he asked with that smile. Every date was something that gave you more and more hope about a possible future with him.
But you never got somewhere with him.
Joaquín would often leave you on your doorway with a deep and longing kiss, one to leave your knees weak and wanting to pull him right back against your lips. You waited for the day you’d finally bring him in for a cup of coffee , just a little innocent invitation in hope it would turn into more.
You were so sure you’d be the one to take some sort of action to change the stage you were currently in, Joaquín was too sweet and seemed to be afraid to overstep boundaries — even if all you wanted was for that man to just lose himself in you.
“Maybe you could stay this time.” You suggested with your eyes still closed, nose brushing against his to try to persuade him — even if you were sure you were melting more than him. “You know, get a cup of coffee…”
“You know it’s pretty late for coffee right, cariño?” He laughed against your lips, hands traveling to rest in your cheeks, as if you needed more of his warmth to add to the whole thing.
“You know what I meant by coffee.” You confessed, bothered by his teasing demeanor that was way more outgoing that day.
“Do I?” He distanced himself some inches, which was way more than you could’ve wanted.
Heat flowed to your cheeks, the very same he was holding so carefully in his warm hands. His brown eyes opened and watched you closely with a knowing smirk. “You’re a menace, Joaquín Torres.” That was all you could very eloquently get out of your mouth.
“Nobody warned you about me?” Joaquín said with a wink.
“I probably wouldn’t have believed it.” Because if it wasn’t by you being there no one could get you to believe in how that man could make you turn to puddle with a single wink.
“You underestimate me way too much.” He stated, leaning closer to capture your lips with his, and step by step you crossed the threshold into your living room. “But about your invitation, I’d love a cup of coffee.”