The Morning Man

⁣⁣Jessica Osorio woke up early, determined to prepare breakfast before her roommate woke up. The small kitchen in the apartment in Bogotá always had a warm feel. Just as she was taking out the eggs and bread, she heard footsteps behind her. It was Sebastián, his roommate, an athletic man full of tattoos who, despite his rough appearance, always had a carefree smile. "Can I help you?" he asked with a deep voice, getting too close. Jessica, trying to maintain her composure, nodded and made space for him on the narrow counter.

As they cooked together, the distance between their bodies became smaller and smaller. Their hands brushed as he reached for the plates, and the heat coming off his body was undeniable. Jessica felt her heart begin to race, and every time their bodies met, it seemed like the air became thicker. He looked at her with a desire that disconcerted her, and when their bodies touched again as he handed her a cup, she couldn't help but blush. "Sorry," she murmured, but Sebastian just smiled, stepping a little closer, his chest almost brushing Jessica's back.

There were no longer any excuses to move. On impulse, Sebastián gently took her by the waist, rubbing against her. Without saying any words, their lips met in a passionate kiss, full of that tension that both had contained for so long. The kitchen, breakfast and everything else disappeared in that instant, and only the two of them were left, lost in the intensity of the moment, kissing each other's sex.