The room was quiet, but the silence between us was louder than anything else. I could feel your presence even before you moved closer—like a warmth that refused to stay at a distance. My heartbeat betrayed me, racing the moment your fingers brushed against mine.
It wasn’t just a touch… it was a spark.
I looked up, and in that single moment, everything unspoken found its way into your eyes. You didn’t ask. You didn’t need to. The way you stepped closer, slowly, carefully, felt like you already knew I wouldn’t pull away.
And I didn’t.
Your hand found my waist, firm yet gentle, pulling me just enough to close the space between us. My breath caught as I felt your warmth against me. Time slowed, or maybe it stopped altogether—I couldn’t tell anymore.
“Are you sure?” you whispered, your voice low, almost lost in the closeness.
I didn’t answer with words.
Instead, I let my fingers slide up to your chest, feeling your heartbeat match mine. That was all it took. The hesitation disappeared, replaced by something deeper… something impossible to ignore.
When your lips finally met mine, it wasn’t rushed—it was slow, intense, like we were both trying to memorize the moment. The world outside faded completely. There was no past, no future—just us, caught in a feeling we had both tried to deny.
Your touch wasn’t just skin against skin.
It was fire.
And in that fire, I didn’t want to escape… I wanted to burn.
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