Take the clothes away, I thought, and I'd already be perfectly fitted inside her. I realized then, that she was opening herself to me, testing the boundaries of desire and intimacy, and part of me wondered if she wanted me to… take it further.
I wanted to touch her, to explore every inch of her. Every small brush of skin, every subtle shift of her weight against me, drew me closer to a line I didn't know if I could respect.
In that moment, everything else dissolved. It was just her and me, tangled on a couch. I could feel the pull of her warmth, her scent, and the unspoken invitation in her gaze.
We laid there on the couch. I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears, each beat a reminder of the tension coiling tightly in my chest. I stared at her. I wanted to kiss her, to close the distance. I would be damned before I added any panic, any fear, or any regret to her already delicate world.
