"You touched something in me I didn't even know existed," she murmured, her fingers playing with the edge of the sheet draped over us. "I didn't think my body could even feel like that. Or that someone would ever want to explore me like I was… sacred."
I kissed her temple, slow and steady. "You are."
Her breath hitched.
I shifted slightly, letting her settle fully on top of me—chest to chest, heart to heart. Her bare skin still warm, still pulsing with the afterglow of being completely undone.
And yet, I could feel it. The way her thighs instinctively pressed together again. That quiet ache returning, not because she was unsatisfied—but because she'd been opened up. Awakened.
Her lips brushed my jaw. "Peter… can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Was this… was I just a fantasy for you? A conquest? A checkbox? Or did you feel anything?"
I didn't answer right away.
