The rain outside had turned into a gentle drizzle, tapping softly against the windows of Elisse’s apartment. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, heat, and longing. William’s hand lingered over hers, fingers brushing lightly, sending shivers up her spine. Neither of them had spoken for minutes, letting the tension between them speak louder than words ever could.
Elisse’s heart raced, every beat echoing the desire she had tried to deny for months. Her body remembered him—remembered the way he had once held her, the way he had kissed her—but this time it was different. This time, it was intentional, earned, a slow-burning fire fueled by trust, love, and months of restraint.
William’s gaze lingered on her, dark and intense, his eyes tracing every curve of her face, every line of her
