Outdrawn

by Deanna Grey

I used to think I was in love with him before I realized he was simply a beautiful man who knew how to listen and express his emotions in a sincere, non-threatening way.

I slipped my fingers into her palm and murmured a 'thank you' as she helped me up the stairs. Her grip was gentle and firm, and Sage's gaze lingered on my steps, making sure I cleared each one with ease.

"Noah.” I dragged out her name in a playful tone. The syllables felt good on my tongue. Had her name always felt like this? Like something I could repeat and never get bored of?

Touching her was like diving into a warm pool, the heat soothing yet close to being unbearable.

This feels wrong and Floridian, two things I strive never to be."

she’s sooo real for this omg, a word fr