It’s my first date with Noc, and I’m nervous—more than I want to admit.We’ve been talking for days on that dating app: short messages, meanings hidden between the lines, a tension that slipped through even the screen.
It didn’t take long for him to say it.“Come to my place.”
Just like that. Straightforward. No detours.My heart started racing as soon as I read it.
As I walk there, I feel that flutter in my stomach, a mix of fear and excitement. I don’t know exactly what’s waiting for me, but I know this isn’t a normal date. Noc doesn’t give that impression. There’s something about him, about the way he writes, as if he’s holding a storm under his skin.
When he opens the door, I understand everything.His gaze is intense, loaded with something he doesn’t try to hide. He doesn’t say much; he doesn’t need to. The air between us feels heavy, electric.
He lets me in. The door closes behind me, and for a second, the silence says it all.
Noc steps closer. Slowly. There’s no rush.I can feel that he wants to let go, to free himself, to unload all that pent-up fury… and somehow, he knows I’ve come precisely for that.
I don’t know how the night will end.I only know I’m not nervous anymore.
Now, I’m ready.