My first and last

Their encounter is a collision of worlds, the line between desire and reality blurred beyond recognition. Dahlia's emotions are in a state of flux as she grapples with the unexpected turn of events. It's a moment that rekindles memories of their shared past and the love they once had. He's here, standing before me, she thinks, overwhelmed by the emotions flooding her heart.

Dahlia's gaze lingers on Abel, her childhood love, as they stand before each other, their reunion an unexpected twist in her life. He's dressed in comfortable pajamas, giving him a relaxed, casual appearance that's endearing. His tousled hair adds an air of boyish charm to his features, and there's a sense of carefree nonchalance about him.

He still looks as handsome as ever,

Dahlia thinks, her heart aflutter. His warm, expressive eyes meet hers with a sense of familiarity, and the corners of his lips curve into a gentle smile. That smile, it's just as I remember it. The years seem to have been kind to him, preserving his youthful allure.

Dahlia's gaze drifts over his form, taking in the subtle contours of his body. She's captivated by his presence, the person who once held a special place in her heart. It's really him, here with me in Manhattan. The surprise and joy of this reunion overwhelm her as she finds herself lost in the whirlwind of emotions.

♡♡Abel♡♡

Abel's gaze falls upon Dahlia, whom he affectionately calls Lia, standing before him. His heart races as he takes in the sight of the girl who had once been his closest friend and confidante. He can't deny the attraction he feels toward her, and he's not one to hide his feelings.

Damn, Lia, he thinks, unable to conceal his appreciation. She's grown into a stunning young woman, and he can't help but admire her. His thoughts are unfiltered as he takes in the subtle changes that have transformed the girl he used to know.

She's a whole lot sexier than I remembered, he muses, his ego as inflated as ever. Her eyes, filled with emotion and longing, don't escape his notice. Is she looking at me that way?  he wonders, feeling a surge of self-assuredness.

As his gaze lingers on her, he's reminded of the countless adventures they shared in their youth. We had some wild times, he reflects, memories of their laughter, secrets, and shared dreams rushing back. She always had this mystery about her, he thinks, intrigued by the enigmatic aura she now exudes.

Abel's heart swells with nostalgia and a surge of emotions as he reunites with Lia. It's been so long, he reflects, a mixture of joy and curiosity swirling within him. The unexpected nature of their reunion leaves him with a sense of wonder, and he can't help but look forward to discovering who Dahlia has become in the years they've been apart.

Abel and Dahlia stand before each other, the weight of their shared history palpable. Abel takes the lead, not one to be shy or reserved. "Lia, it's been too long, hasn't it?" he says with a cocky grin, his ego shining through.

Dahlia manages a nervous smile. "Yeah, it really has. I can't believe it's been so many years," she replies, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness.

Abel continues, "I actually just moved in a week ago. I'm throwing a little party tonight to celebrate, and I'd love for you to join. I've got a few friends from college coming over."

As he speaks, two girls and two guys enter his apartment, and Dahlia can't help but notice that the girls are stunning. One of the guys gives her an appraising look, but he's not her type. She silently wonders if Abel is dating one of the girls.

"Hey, guys, this is Lia," Abel introduces her. "My childhood friend."

The two girls jeer playfully at him, but he handles it with his usual confidence. "I can't believe you invited your childhood sweetheart. How sweet!" one of them says.

Abel grins, unfazed. "Yeah, I can't believe it either. Lia, why don't you join the party? We've got food and drinks, and it'll be a blast."

Dahlia hesitates, her inner woman scolding her for being so hesitant. But she's just not ready to see Abel yet. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll pass for now," she says with a shy smile.

Abel respects her decision and nods. "Alright, Lia. But if you change your mind, you know where to find us."

Dahlia leaves his apartment before he can try to convince her otherwise. She locks her door behind her and takes a deep breath.

Why am I being so difficult? she wonders. She decides to take a shower to clear her head. As the water cascades over her, she reflects on the memories she shared with Abel when they were children.

After the shower, she stands before the mirror, her reflection a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. She makes up her mind to go to Abel's apartment and apologize. But as she opens her door, she finds a note on the floor. Abel had slipped it under her door.

The note is an apology, and it includes the name, date, and location of a restaurant. Dahlia's heart skips a beat when she reads the last line of the note. I can't believe I haven't seen you in 15 years and now that I have you're still as sexy as I remembered, Abel had written, It's been 15 years, and I really want to get to hug you properly. Meet me at this restaurant tomorrow evening.

Her cheeks flush at the boldness of the message. She goes to bed, her mind filled with dreams of Abel, their shared past, and the possibilities of their future