Alice
For a moment, it felt like the world stopped between us.
The kiss I started was supposed to be brief, just a simple admission that I was happy he was there, that I missed him too. But when I felt his slow yet certain response, the rhythm of the night shifted. His hand wrapped around my waist tightened slightly, as if he was afraid I might disappear again if he let go.
I closed my eyes and rose higher on my toes to reach him. I felt the warmth of his palm slowly moving up my back, the gentle touch sending shivers across my skin despite the thin fabric of my sleepwear. He wasn't rushing me. He wasn't aggressive. But there was depth in every movement, as if each touch carried longing.
"Lancy..." I whispered softly between kisses.
He paused just enough to look at me. "Hm
