Love found me with Him

I was taking pictures of tiny flowers, whose names....I didn't even know. After taking the pictures, I just lingered there, feeling the big thing beside me. I looked up and saw a tall man, broad-shouldered and well-dressed. His gaze was fixed, and I could clearly see his face.

At first, I froze, then slowly stood up. My eyes were on him. I wanted to talk to him, but my mind was completely blank. I just stared, mesmerized by his look. I felt like I had never seen a man like him before.

He waved his hand at me.

"Hello, miss. Hello," he said.

I blinked, coming back to reality, feeling completely embarrassed. I was so nervous I didn't even know how to react.

"Hmmm..." I murmured.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ploy," I replied softly.

"And yours?" I asked.

"Dunk," he said.

His voice was so attractive, so soothing. I couldn't help but notice his aura. Every detail about him - his height, his build, his face, his hair - everything seemed perfect. His eyes... I couldn't stop staring,fucking beautiful. I felt an instant attraction.

He reached his hand toward my hair and stretched it a bit. I was so lost in thought that when he did it, I felt a sharp "ouch!" of surprise.

"Where... are you lost?" he asked.

"No... no~~~" I replied, flustered.

"It's not like that..."

"Oh......"he came closer

...."So, what is it?" he came more nearer.

My heart felt like it jumped out of my chest and fell to the ground and return to his place. I didn't know what to say.

I...... I am just shocked... that you are here. I've never seen anyone here before; I always come alone. I replied, my cheeks burning with blush.

" ohh..so, this... this is your secret place?" Dunk asked, his voice soft but teasing.

"I usually don't come here... today I just came to freshen my mood... but today, I think I got lucky. Today is my lucky day I think," he added with a small smirk.

"Oh... hmm... what did you say?" I murmured, feeling flustered.

"What did you listen..."he is having fun to tease me. I am trying hard not to blush but like always i failed, my face all gone red.

"...Do you usually blush like this?" he asked, reaching for my hand.

I didn't know how to react. I wanted to push him away, but my body felt soft and weak. All I wanted was to stay near him.

"Hmmm......"I didn't say a word. I just pulled back my hand.

"Can I get your Line ID?" he asked.

I just nodded yes.

We exchanged our IDs, and then he walked me home. I went back to my apartment, and later I found out that he also lives somewhere nearby.

After one week

It's been one week, Dunk and I started chatting online almost every day. After our first meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he talked, the way he smiled, and the way he made my heart race kept replaying in my mind. Without realizing it, I had started to like him-a quiet crush growing slowly inside me.

It felt more than just texting; it felt like we were reliving our first meeting again and again.

Today, he asked me out on our first date, and we decided to meet at a café.

I got ready and went there. When I arrived, I found him waiting outside the café. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants. He looked incredibly handsome. For a moment, I felt nervous-afraid that he might judge me.

I was lost in thought when he came closer and caught my hand. Only then did I react.

"Lost again? What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Nothing... let's go," I replied quickly trying to hide my insecurity.

"Stop."

I froze.

He gently picked a dry leaf from my hair and smiled.

"You look cute today," he said softly.

I blushed again. Did he really say I look cute?

Does that mean he likes me? How can I be sure that he likes me? I quickly pushed those thoughts away and pulled myself back to reality.

I couldn't even look at him directly, yet I couldn't stay a second without looking at him either. He was attracting me like a magnet. I kept stealing glances at him every few seconds. I wondered-did Dunk notice this? How could he not?

"Actually....I called you here to say something...."Dunk said nervously.

What is he going to say? Why is he so nervous? Is it something serious... or... or is he going to confess to me? Oh no, Ploy, why are you so stupid? Who confesses on a first date? Don't be delusional.

"...What...?" I asked, my eyes full of curiosity.

"Umm... umm... actually..." he hesitated. "I have known you for a long time..."

What...?

He already knows me? Since when? How does he know me? Why don't I remember? Did I lose my memory from the past or what? No-my memory is good.I pinched myself just to pull myself back to reality.

"Since when?" I asked.

"Let me speak all at once," he said. "Then I'll reply to all your questions."

I could see it clearly-he was dead serious.

"Okay..." I sighed.

I've seen you before," Dunk said softly. "I can tell you don't remember me. I was your senior in school. I didn't attend regularly, but last month-on Sports Day-I was there. You know King, right? He's your classmate."

I nodded immediately. Of course I knew King. He was famous in our class-actually, in the whole school. But Dunk? I had never heard of him before.

"He's my brother," Dunk continued.

Everything suddenly started to make sense.

"On Sports Day, I saw you for the first time," he said, his voice steady but his hands slightly clenched.

"I don't know what happened to me that day... but after that, I started coming to school every day. Just to see you."

My heart skipped.

"I've been watching you for a month," he admitted honestly. "I was too scared to talk to you. Then my brother said, 'If you can't talk to her, don't come crying to me when someone else takes her away.'"He let out a small, nervous laugh.

"The thought of someone else being with you... it was killing me. So I decided to talk to you."He looked at me straight in the eyes now.

"That day-I swear-I wasn't following you. I just saw you taking pictures. I know you like photographing flowers. When I saw you there, I thought... this is my chance. I told myself I was just there to freshen my mood, but honestly..."He smiled softly.

"I got lucky that day."

My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

"So, Ploy..." he took a deep breath. "I really like you."He paused, clearly panicking.

"Can I... hit on you-no, wait-" he shook his head. "Can you be my girlfriend?"

Did I hear that right?

Were my ears working properly?

Dunk... confessed to me?

I like him too. I really do. But

what should I say? Should I accept him right away? Would I sound desperate? Haven't I watched enough movies to know that the heroine always plays hard to get?

But why should I pretend... when I genuinely like him?

Before my brain could decide, my mouth betrayed me.

"I also like-"

I stopped myself just in time.

Luckly, I didn't finish the sentence. Does he hear me? No, surely Dunk isn't that dumb-he would understand the meaning of even half a sentence, right?

"Like... what?" he asked, tilting his head. "Whom?"

His soft, curious puppy eyes met mine, and he was smirking-like he already knew the answer.

Oh God.

This was so embarrassing.

"No... nothing," I stammered.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.I froze. How am I supposed to react? I had no idea...but I couldn't deny that I liked it. I liked that he kissed me, and I admired his courage to do it right in front of everyone.

After we finished our drinks, we headed out. Dunk walked with me to my apartment. I felt something strange in the way he looked at me, his smirk teasing me the whole way. I was blushing nonstop, fully aware that he was up to something.

When we reached my apartment, I open the door after going inside i try to close , but he pushed it open.

"Are you going to send me back without even giving me water?" he asked, smirking.

"Just water....right ..... okay come in" I said, looking into his eyes, and paused.

He walked inside. I brought him a glass of water, my hands shaking slightly, feeling like a girl on the first night of an arranged marriage. I could tell from the way he looked at me that his mind was definitely elsewhere.

When I hand him the glass of water, he caught my hand instead of taking glass. My heart started pounding a hundred times faster in one sec when he take one step, and he stepped more closer, holding my hand hand.

" Why are you nervous, babe?" he teased, his smirk making my heart skip a beat.

Babe? Did he just call me babe?

He knew exactly how to make me blush. Even though I tried to hide it, I failed miserably. He had been noticing me for a month, and now I felt like he was fully aware-almost proud-of how flustered I was.

I lowered my gaze like a shy girl. He pulled me a little closer and took the water glass from my hand. That simple action made me realize just how nervous I truly was.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" he asked softly, lifting my face so I had no choice but to look at him.

I didn't know what he was up to, and I didn't know how to react to his question. Suddenly, I felt my heart-the one that had gone missing a moment ago-find its place under my chest. It was pounding so hard, like

I was running a marathon.

Oh God... why is it beating so fast?

It felt so loud. I swear Dunk could hear it too.

My breath turned uneven as I stood there, trapped in his arms. How would it feel to be kissed by him... while being in his arms? The thought made my head spin.

Ohh... Ploy, just shut up. Pull yourself together.

Was that wrong? Or was I just scared?

I wanted to feel him-to know how it would feel to touch his chest, his arms. Everything about him was so distracting, so unfairly perfect.

I slowly looked up. He was already looking at me.

Did he hear my thoughts?

No way.

My eyes slipped down to his lips.

Dammit.

They were so kissable.

Should I kiss him?

No. Control yourself, Ploy. You're a girl-you can't just-

But... what's really wrong with it?

I liked him.

I only knew him for a week... but he had known me for a month.

This is not the time to fight with myself.

"Hmmm..." he murmured.

He suddenly pulled me closer by grabbing my waist. A sharp current rushed through my body from top to bottom, making my breath hitch.

I kept looking at him, unable to look away, completely frozen.

I think... I'm going to die today.

Suddenly, he drew me closer.

My mind went blank... but then a random song popped into my head:

"This is the end..." - what?

Who even remembered song?at this kind of situation.

My thoughts scattered as I felt him pressing gently against me.

His lips touched mine, soft at first, then with a little more insistence. My body went weak, melting against him. A strange, new kind of current ran from the top of my head to my toes.

My heart... my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

I couldn't think. I didn't want him to stop. Everything about being close to him-the warmth, the tension, the way he looked at me-made my head spin.

"Hmmm..." he murmured softly.

Grab my hair "ouch" i said in soft pain.He stopped and looked at me with concerning eyes,

"Sorry"...he said, I blushed and burried my face in his chest.He pull my head and kiss again,I don't want him to stop,i start to unbutton his short. He threw his shirt and I can feel his chest and abs .....oh...god...I just want to feel them.They are so good and his heart was just pounding like mine and his all body was so warm .I never want to leave his arm,i think I feel in love ....hehehe....

Suddenly, he pulled me closer by grabbing my waist. Somewhere in the middle of that moment, I lost myself. My senses, my thoughts... all I could feel was him.

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The next morning----

I woke up first,

I blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened. My cheeks burned instantly.

Oh no... last night... did I really... oh God... I covered my face with my hands.

I peeked from between my fingers. He was still asleep, looking peaceful, completely unaware of how my mind was running a million miles an hour.

Then his sleepy voice broke the silence."Babe... are you okay?"

I giggled softly, trying to act normal. He reached out, and I playfully hit his hand with my tiny fingers.

He laughed quietly, pulling me gently into his arms.

"Come on... let's sleep a bit more. What's the rush? Today is Sunday."

I buried my face in his chest, my heart fluttering.

Then, almost as if he couldn't help himself, he whispered, "I love you, Ploy."

I felt my face heat up again. With all my heart, I whispered back, "I love you too."

And just like that, wrapped in his arms, I felt safe, warm, and completely lost in him.

Written by Aakriti Giri.

The End .

This is my first story .All readers feel free to comment positive negative all are okay. I will see them as feedback and I will try my best to improve my upcoming writing.