Salsa and Secrets
The house was tucked away in a quiet part of town, modest but impeccably clean and smelling of fresh coffee and warm bread. As the soft, rhythmic pulse of salsa music filled the room, I sat with him, listening to the tales of his life as a fisherman. He spoke with a natural grace, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air between us. We shared a bottle of rum, the amber liquid warming my chest as the conversation flowed effortlessly.
He was a magnificent man, an ebony Adonis with a presence that commanded the room. When he stood up to dance, he pulled me up by the arm, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “I like you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, before pressing a tender kiss to my cheek. I felt a surge of heat; though I was a man of mixed heritage, his gaze made me feel like the most desirable person in the world.