Elara's Perspective
His skin burned under my fingertips—silk over steel, heartbeat echoing mine through the contact. Kael, my anchor in this wild world. Towel loosened precariously, but gaze held his, green depths swirling with storm and serenity. Tension coiled low, a delicious ache, yet his question pierced deeper, unearthing truths.
"Both," I confessed softly, free hand rising to tangle in his dark waves, tugging lightly to tilt his head. Lips ghosted his jaw, tentative exploration born of surging confidence. "Scared of how much I want this... you. But feeling you? It's like coming alive." Emotional wave crashed—past shadows of fear dissolving in his gaze, replaced by profound connection. Steps backward drew him with me, door to my room inches away.
"Kael... what are we doing?" Whisp
