What have you done to me?”
She said it softly, but her eyes held him in place, searching for an answer he wasn’t sure he could give. He stepped closer anyway, drawn in like there was no other choice.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, his voice low.
Her breath caught as the distance between them disappeared. It wasn’t just closeness—it was tension, thick and electric, wrapping around them both.
“I wasn’t like this before,” she admitted, barely above a whisper.
“Neither was I.”
His hand slowly lifted, hesitating for just a second before resting gently against her cheek. The warmth of his touch sent a quiet shiver through her, her eyes fluttering as if she was trying to hold onto control she was already losing.
“Then why does it feel like I can’t stay away?” she asked.
He didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he leaned in—slowly, giving her every chance to pull back. But she didn’t. She moved closer instead, her fingers gripping his shirt, as if she needed something to steady herself.
Their lips met softly at first… a lingering touch that felt almost innocent.
But it didn’t stay that way.
The kiss deepened, warmer, fuller—filled with everything they hadn’t said. Her heartbeat raced as she leaned into him, the world fading until nothing existed except that moment, that feeling.
It wasn’t just a kiss anymore.
It was something that changed everything.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, she looked at him differently—like she was seeing him for the first time.
Or maybe, like she was seeing herself differently.
“What have you done to me…” she whispered again.
And this time, she didn’t sound confused.
She sounded completely lost in him.