At Felix house

Sarah’s POV

He asked me to dinner.

I must be dreaming… there’s no way this is real. My heart was racing as those words echoed in my head. “I just wanted to invite you over for dinner, if you don’t mind that is.” That’s what he had said to me, and it felt like a dream come true. For a second, I just stood there, frozen, unable to breathe. My stomach was filled with butterflies. I didn’t even try to hide my smile, I was too happy.

To make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, I pinched myself gently on the arm.

“Ouch!” I whispered.

Nope, I wasn’t dreaming. Felix, the man I’ve been secretly crushing on, actually invited me to his house for dinner. I could have screamed from joy. This was the moment I had been waiting for… silently praying for. How could I ever say no? His voice, the way he had asked me, it was clear he had to gather so much courage to get the words out. That made it even more special.

Now, all I had to do was get ready. And I wasn’t going to waste a single second.

I wanted to look my best for him. I wanted to be early, not just on time. I wanted to have a few extra minutes with him before the food, the talking, the distractions. He deserved that. We deserved that. Deep down, I hoped this night would mark the beginning of something more, something real.

As I was preparing, I heard the soft chime of my phone. I grabbed it instantly. I didn’t even need to check. I knew it was him.

Felix: Hey girlMe: HelloFelix: My house address is No. 87, across the street.Me: Sure, I got it. Thanks.Felix: Hurry up a bit, please. I want to see you.Me: I’ll be there in thirty minutes.

His last message made my heart flutter. “I want to see you.” Those words stayed with me as I quickly put the phone down and headed straight to finish getting ready. It was our first real conversation outside of work, and it already felt magical.

As I got dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wore a deep emerald green dress, not too bold, but elegant and soft. I left my hair down, curled at the ends, and applied just enough makeup to highlight my features. I didn’t want to overdo it. I wanted Felix to see the real me.

I smiled at my reflection. “Felix, soon I’m going to tell you everything I feel for you,” I whispered to myself. “And I hope, truly hope that you feel the same way too. I want us to be more than friends. I want us to fall in love and stay there… forever.”

Living alone meant I had full freedom to express myself. I didn’t have to hide anything. My house was my space, and tonight, I was using every bit of that freedom to follow my heart.

Once ready, I stepped out. I didn’t own a car, so I ordered a cab. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed in the address Felix had sent. The ride didn’t take long, but it felt like an eternity. My heart was pounding the entire way. I kept rehearsing things in my head, what to say, how to act, how to stay calm.

When we arrived, I froze for just a second outside his house. My palms were sweaty. I was scared, scared of how strong my feelings were becoming. But I couldn’t back out now. I took a deep breath, pulled myself together, and knocked softly on his door.

He opened it almost immediately, as if he had been standing right behind it, waiting. His face lit up with a smile.

“You’re here already. Come in, please,” he said warmly.

“Yes, I’m here. Thank you,” I replied shyly, stepping inside.

The first thing I noticed was how neat and tidy the place was. His house wasn’t extravagant, and his furniture was modest, even cheap, but it was spotless. Everything was in place. I could see he had taken time to make it look presentable, and that touched me more than luxury ever could. I didn’t care about money or material things. As long as I was with him, everything already felt classy and perfect.

“Sit over here, please,” he said, motioning to the couch.

I obeyed instantly, feeling like a little girl being offered a treat. I sat down and looked at him eagerly.

“So… what have you prepared for me?” I asked, unable to hide the hunger in both my stomach and my heart. I was starving, but more than that, I was eager to taste his food. It somehow felt so personal.

“Just some simple food,” he replied humbly, “wet fried chicken, boiled rice, and steamed spinach.”

My eyes lit up in surprise. “Oh wow, that’s my favorite! How did you know I liked that kind of food? That can’t be a coincidence.”

He smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I just guessed by looking at you.”

“Oh really?” I challenged playfully. “Come on, tell me the truth. Who told you? Someone must have told you, no one guesses that perfectly. It’s impossible. No one knows me that well.”

“Well… maybe I’m just the first person to know you that well,” he said, his voice a little softer now. His eyes locked with mine. “And I’d like to know you even more, Sarah. I mean that.”

For a moment, time stopped. The seriousness in his voice. The way he looked at me, it was intense, and it caught me off guard. I was melting inside. Every cell in my body wanted to say yes to him right then and there. I wanted to close the distance between us, lean forward, kiss him, hold him. But I had to keep it together.

So I cleared my throat and looked down shyly. “Felix… it’s just too soon,” I said gently. “Let’s be friends first, and then we’ll see where this goes. Let’s not rush things.”

But that was a lie. A sweet, protective little lie. Because in that moment, every part of me wanted him. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, kiss those soft lips, and fall asleep in his arms. But I had to be patient. I had to let him see the good in me, the calm, respectful girl, not the one ready to jump headfirst into desire.

I was a little bad at heart, I knew that, but I wanted Felix to fall in love with my good side first. I wanted to build something solid. So I smiled and waited, knowing that soon… very soon… the moment would come when I wouldn’t have to hold back anymore.

And when that moment comes, I’ll give him my heart, completely.