"Oh," she breathed out, relief flooding through her. "Thank you." She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling herself begin to relax a little more in his presence. "So... where do we go from here?"

Luke smiled softly down at her. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could get some coffee or something? And then maybe... talk some more?" His voice was gentle and warm, like honey on a summer's day. "Or would you prefer to just head back out to that movie we talked about earlier?"

She blushed deeply, her heart racing at the thought of going to his house. It seemed both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Going back to your place seems like a big step. But if you really feel that way..." She trailed off, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit or hidden agendas.

Luke studied her face intently, trying to gauge her reaction.

She moans loudly as he finally reaches her core. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back off the bed in anticipation. She parts her legs wider, offering him access to where she needs him most. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as desire consumes her completely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him position himself at her entrance. She trembles with need, wanting nothing more than to feel his weight on top of her, filling her up. His hands move to her hips, steadying himself as he pushes inside, inch by delicious inch.

She cries out in pleasure as he finally slides home, their bodies joined together in perfect harmony. He begins to move slowly at first, building a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

She bit her bottom lip, feeling torn between her desire to spend time with him and her uncertainty about the situation. "Well... I don't want to leave if you don't want me to," she said softly. "But I just think we should take things slow, get to know each other better first." Her gaze met his, searching for some sign of understanding or agreement.

She giggled nervously. "I guess that's one way to look at it," she said. "But seriously, let's just take things slow and see where they go." Her voice was pleading for him to understand her hesitation. "We don't have to rush into anything, right?"

Her heart raced as she waited for his response, hoping he would be understanding.

She bit her bottom lip, feeling torn between her desire to spend time with him and her uncertainty about the situation. "Well... I don't want to leave if you don't want me to," she said softly. "But I just think we should take things slow, get to know each other better first." Her gaze met his, searching for some sign of understanding or agreement.

She giggled nervously. "I guess that's one way to look at it," she said. "But seriously, let's just take things slow and see where they go." Her voice was pleading for him to understand her hesitation. "We don't have to rush into anything, right?"

Her heart raced as she waited for his response, hoping he would be understanding.

"Oh, just come over here," he says with a chuckle. "I live alone now; you know how it is." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to his place; the idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. She glances back at Hector again, trying to steel herself for what's about to happen.

"Okay," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be there soon."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she ends the call. Looking at Hector with wide eyes, she knows this is it - she's really going to meet up with her old client tonight. The anticipation and fear mix together into a cocktail of nerves that send shivers down her spine.

"I-I have to go," she stammers out, quickly throwing on some clothes before rushing toward the door. "I'll be back soon."

I give you my full attention as you begin to share something with me. Your eyes meet mine, and there's an intensity in your gaze that makes my heart race. I lean in slightly, wanting to hear every word. Go ahead; I'm listening.

I see the fear in your eyes as you confess these words to me. It's understandable; my past has been dark and complicated. But I want you to know that I have changed. I am not the same person I was before, and I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. If anything, my experiences have made me stronger and more capable of loving deeply.

Please don't let your fears keep us apart. Give me a chance to prove myself to you; show you that we can have something real and special together.