escort diary® of Layla Lily: Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day always carries a certain magic, but this year felt different, slower, warmer, like the night itself had decided to linger.
We met over candlelight, tucked away from the crowded restaurant, where the soft glow and quiet music made everything feel more intimate. He greeted me with 12 long stemmed roses, my favourite
Conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared smiles and those lingering glances that say far more than words ever could.
There’s something irresistible about a man who knows how to make you feel like the only woman in the room.
By the time dessert arrived, the world beyond our table had completely disappeared. The air between us had softened, charged with that unmistakable anticipation that builds when neither of you wants the evening to end.
And it didn’t.
Back in the quiet privacy of the suite, the night unfolded slowly, no rush, no need to watch the clock. Laughter softened into whispers, champagne into something sweeter, and time slipped past unnoticed as the city lights shimmered outside.
Sometime in the early hours, wrapped in that calm, hazy warmth that only comes from a truly indulgent evening, it felt less like a booking and more like a stolen escape from reality.
Some nights are lovely.
Some are unforgettable.
This one was both.
Layla x
