I met a woman in a restaurant, her husband didn't show up for the date and we went to fuck1080p Full HD

I met a woman in a restaurant, her husband didn't show up for the date and we went to fuck1080p Full HD

The rain drizzled softly against the café window, blurring the city lights into a watercolor haze. Emma traced the rim of her coffee cup, her heart pounding as she stole a glance at Daniel. He sat across from her, fingers tapping absently against the table, his storm-gray eyes locked on hers.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I almost didn’t,” he said, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “But then I realized…I couldn’t stay away.”

Emma’s breath hitched. The past year had been a maze of missed chances and stolen glances. They had danced around their feelings, too afraid to risk the comfort of friendship. But tonight felt different.

Daniel reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers—hesitant at first, then firmer, as if grounding himself in her touch.

“I don’t want to wonder anymore,” he murmured. “I don’t want regrets.”

Emma swallowed hard, then slowly turned her palm up, lacing their fingers together. The warmth of his hand sent a shiver up her spine.

“No more regrets,” she echoed.

Outside, the rain poured harder, but inside, the world had never felt warmer.