Three days of beard: Hidden longings

It was a warm summer evening when Lisa decided to visit the new café on the corner. The air was warm and full of promising scents of freshly brewed coffee and sweet treats. As she entered, her eye immediately fell on a man sitting in a dark corner. His face was distinctive, his charisma undeniable. The three-day-old beard that framed his chin area gave him a rough appeal that she couldn't ignore. He had the eyes of an adventurer, mysterious and inviting at the same time. Lisa felt her heart beat faster as she dared to approach him. She was suddenly very aware of her effect on him as he raised his eyes from his book and smiled at her, the intensity of which took her breath away. The minutes dragged on as they seemed irresistibly drawn to each other. Lisa sat down at his desk and they started talking as if they had known each other forever. The words just flew back and forth as an undeniable tension built up between them. Lisa could no longer resist. She leaned over to him, the whispers of her voices became mysterious. His hand gently touched her arm — a touch that passed through her like an electric shock. In that moment, everything else was forgotten, only attraction and desire mattered. The space around them became blurry as they got closer. He suddenly paused, his gaze fixed on her lips. The heartbeat in Lisa's ears was loud, the desire threatened to overwhelm her. They closed the last small distance between their lips, a moment of complete silence, before everything swelled to the point of touch. But he suddenly stopped coming close, looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and challenge. “What if we don't finish this,” he murmured, and there was a sparkle in his eyes that robbed her of the courage to say it out. In that moment, Lisa knew she was ready to dive into the deepest secrets of passion.