Hot Moment

Karen

Entering Othon's room, a feeling of invasion mixed with shyness takes over me. I feel embarrassed for being the one who suggested this moment and question if it was the right choice to be there at that moment.

In an attempt to find something to distract myself from Othon's attentive gaze, I observe every detail of the decoration, a palette of colors in shades of terracotta and gray that blend interestingly.

The imposing bed in the center of the room seems to dominate the space, quite inviting. I can't help but notice the impeccable organization of everything as if each object were carefully positioned in its place. It's the first comment that comes to mind, an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence that hangs over us.

"Your room is incredibly neat," I comment, feeling somewhat out of place in that masculine environment.

Othon's eyes are fixed on me, and I can see desire clearly expressed in them, which leaves me speechless. However, Othon doesn't leave me without a response,