Barefoot: A nocturnal adventure

It was a warm summer night when Marie walked barefoot across the soft lawn of the garden. The cool touch of the grass felt like a soft kiss on her feet. The light of the setting sun shone invitingly through the leaves of the trees as she made her way to the terrace of the old, romantic house. Here she enjoyed the freedom that summer brought. The warm colors of the evening reflected her eagerness — she knew that this night would be something very special. As she opened the glass door to the terrace, she saw him: Mark standing there with a glass of wine in his hand. His gaze was intense, and a mysterious promise sparkled in his eyes. Marie felt a tingling in her stomach as she stepped closer. He smiled seductively and offered her the glass while her fingertips touched and a small electric spark whizzed across the two of them. Marie slid a little closer and felt the heat from his body working through the distance. Suddenly her cheeks were burning and she wondered if he also felt the same attraction. The night around them seemed to contract and the silence was only interrupted by the gentle sound of the wind. Mark took a step closer. His voice was soft, almost mesmerizing, as he whispered to her. “I've been waiting for you...” His words sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, the tension between them was palpable. Marie knew she couldn't back down, but something held her tight to that moment. What would happen now? Her heart beat faster as she looked at him. The space between them was filled with desire, and time seemed to stand still...