(R18)
Dylan's fingers delicately traced the lines of my face, causing a tingle to run down my spine. His touch was gentle yet firm, as if he was reluctant to release me. I struggled to catch my breath as I leaned into his touch, yearning for more of the closeness he offered.
As I held his hand, I could feel my own trembling. I couldn't deny it any longer. I had feelings for him. I had feelings for Dylan. Despite my initial doubts, my body's response told a different story. My heart was in agreement with my physical response.
Before I knew it, I found myself closing the distance between us. My lips brushed his, soft at first, but the yearning quickly took over. His response was immediate—his kisses were firm yet gentle, as though balancing restraint with raw desire. His hands slid across
