Zee..
The bedroom was quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the muffled hum of the world beyond the walls.
He looked down at me—not with lust, but with something softer, something reverent. It felt like being seen. Like being cherished.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice low, laced with restraint.
I nodded. My heart was thudding, my body tense with anticipation, but beneath it all was this calm, steady certainty: I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m sure.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine—slow, reverent. There was no rush. His kiss felt like a promise, one we’d been circling around for what felt like forever.
His hands found the hem of the shirt I was wearing—his shirt—and he slipped it over my head. I raised my arms, letting him undress me.
