Chance Meeting At The Matchmaking Party

During the party, my blind date brushed his hand against my thigh under the table.

There were people passing by us, so I had to push down my desire.

He had sun-kissed skin, and his body was hard and muscular.

Later, in the car on the way home, he asked me if I wanted to…

I clutched the strap of my handbag as I stood there shyly with my face flushed.

People in the private room looked at me. It was my first time attending this kind of gathering after my mother urged me to get a boyfriend.

The room was already fully seated, so I did not know what to do at the moment.

The organizer, Kevin Cooper, pulled me into the room with a friendly smile.

Everyone in the room tried to make me feel welcome. It was supposed to be a simple party, but it was, in fact, a group blind date setup.

Kevin’s warm hand brushed my skin as he pushed me to his chair and gestured for a waiter to come over. “What would you like to drink? Help yourself.”

It was only then that I saw the man clearly. He was a little over 5’9” with a strong, muscular build. His face was sharp, rugged, not one of those “pretty-boy” types. He looked so mighty that I almost wanted to salute him.

He was definitely my type.

I tried to calm myself. I brushed aside my thoughts and stared straight ahead, but my gaze accidentally dropped to his slight bulge.

I blushed.

While I was dazed and lost in thought, a long-haired woman playing poker at the next table giggled. “Kevin, you’re so aggressively considerate.”

Kevin scratched his head, and his sun-kissed skin turned red.

“Focus on your own game. Watch out for bluffs.”

The people laughed, and I was at a loss. He seemed to be someone important in this circle.

The waiter brought a chair over, and he sat down next to me.

As my best friend always said, my appearance did not match my personality.

This Peter Pan collar and jumper combo made me look youthful and energetic yet obedient and proper.

Even if I wanted him, I still acted nonchalant.

Every time he got up and helped get me drink, he always leaned into me close enough for me to feel his warmth.

Our skin touched, and his masculine fragrance filled my nose. I felt restless.

At dinner, with everyone on the same page, I was seated right next to him.

“Just eat what you want. Help yourself!”

He served a piece of fish onto my plate and motioned me to try it.

His voice was gentle and kind, which made me feel dazed.

“I want to try it,” I blurted out my inner thoughts, and both of us were stunned.

“Sure!” He flashed me a smile, though I was not sure whether he understood what I was implying. He picked up a piece of steak from another plate and