FREYA
"Just say something already...the silence is making me nervous," I said.
He didn’t move right away. He just stood there, eyes locked on mine, as though he was searching for something beneath my skin, something I didn’t even know was there. My chest rose and fell too fast, my palms clammy at my sides.
Then, to my surprise, he lifted a hand.
His fingers brushed lightly against my cheek before sliding upward, slowly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was so gentle, so careful, that it made me freeze at first. My body tensed, braced for… I didn’t even know what. But when his hand lingered, warm against my skin, something inside me unraveled.
I didn’t pull away.
Instead, I leaned into the touch without even meaning to, betraying myself. My body had moved before my min
