His arms stayed wrapped tightly around me even after the final waves of pleasure had passed, our bodies slick with heat and effort. The air was thick with the scent of s*x, our mingled breaths filling the quiet between us. For a long while, neither of us moved. We simply lay there, skin to skin, hearts gradually finding rhythm together again, breath syncing into something slow and easy, like the tide pulling us both to shore.
His hand brushed gently down the curve of my back, soft and soothing, like he was anchoring himself to the moment as much as I was. "You okay?" he asked again, his voice low, tender—but this time it wasn’t about the exhaustion or the first time of us doing it. It was about everything else. The tension we’d been carrying. The unspoken things between us. The weight of
