The first touch is soft, almost careful, but there’s a fire beneath it—something restrained, aching, waiting. And then, all at once, the restraint snaps. His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip tightening around my waist as he deepens the kiss, pouring into it everything we’ve left unsaid. It’s desperate and consuming, a kiss that feels like a confession, like an unraveling of everything we’ve been holding back for so long.
Oh wow 🥵
