𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

That day, he wore a pair of loafers, his footsteps falling perfectly between the gaps in the tile floor. His pace was calm and rhythmic, as if to tell me that he had always been there, accompanying me. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to face me, gently stroking my head like he was soothing a kitten. I was taken aback by his actions, and my heart began to beat faster for no reason. The man, with his gentle eyes and calm demeanor, said in a low, magnetic voice, 'Sorry, I was worried the photos wouldn't turn out well and you wouldn't like them.' His voice brought me a sense of security that I couldn't put into words. I felt my legs start to weaken, and I almost fell into his arms. His gentle comfort made me feel like a kitten that needed his protection and care. His fingertips slid down my hair, a gentle and patient motion. I turned my face away, murmuring a soft 'mmm.' His fingers left a gentle mark on my skin, and I felt my heart being gently stirred. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and all I wanted was to lean into him and let him continue to comfort me. In that moment, I felt deeply drawn to him. His gentleness and concern made me feel needed and loved. I didn't know if he would always be this way, but in that moment, I was happy.