The kiss in the corridor softened the way fires burn down to embers when things involved pleasure of my women—still alive, just no longer consuming everything around it to stay that way.
My sweet Luna's grip on my shirt loosened, her fingers uncurling one by one, and I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against hers, our noses touching, breathing the same air in a pocket of silence that felt stolen from everywhere else.
Mm, such a strong thing to experience like the rhythm of your loved one's breathing.
"Hi," she whispered, voice wrecked and small and smiling like we had just met... but it was more reminding us that we could shut the world down and start again quietly.
"Hi." I replied back matching her energy and reason.
