When Love Comes Late

Matthew stared at her with an intensity that quickened her heartbeat.

After a few seconds of silence, Stella discerned what had captured his attention earlier.

Her cheeks flushed crimson.

“Matthew? What are you waiting for? Help me zip up this dress.

Hurry!”

Matthew snapped out of his reverie and cleared his throat awkwardly.

He approached Stella slowly, attempting to focus on the task at hand.

Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face away from him.

He carefully gathered her hair, which hung down her back, to one side.

As their bodies pressed together, Stella felt the warmth emanating from Matthew’s chest, causing her entire being to tingle with anticipation.

His warm breath brushed against her head, stirring a restless feeling within her.

Clamping down on her emotions, Stella bit her lip and inquired, “Is it done?”

“Don’t move.

It’s almost done,” Matthew said in a low and magnetic voice.

She couldn’t be certain if Matthew’s intermittent touches were deliberate or accidental.

While assisting her with the zipper, his fingers grazed her back every so often.

His cool fingertips traced a deliberate path up her spine, and with each gentle touch, it sent shivers coursing through her body.

Her heart began to race involuntarily, a surge of excitement coursing through her.

She clenched her hands, but her palms had already grown moist with perspiration.

After what felt like an eternity, Matthew’s voice broke the silence from behind.

“ALL done.

”

Stella let out a sigh of relief and lowered her hand.

Just as she was about to turn around, Matthew’s hands landed on her shoulders, gently guiding her to the dressing mirror.

Stella gazed at her reflection, stunned.

The dress featured a high-waisted design, hugging her curves from the waist to the hips and then cascading gracefully down her legs.

Adorned with delicate pearls, it exuded an air of nobility, elegance, and a hint of allure.

The longer Stella looked at herself, the more enamored she became with the attire.

As she marveled at the dress, Matthew suddenly took her hands and turned her to face him.

Stella tensed, her nerves returning.

Just as she was about to push him away, she realized he was merely examining the stitching.

Misinterpreting his actions, Stella felt a twinge of embarrassment and cast her eyes downward.