For a long moment after those words, neither of us moved. I could still feel them echoing inside me, heavy, sharp, impossible to ignore. You are all mine.
Then, slowly, he stepped back. Just one step-enough to make me breathe again, though the air still felt too thin to fill my lungs. His eyes never left mine.
He reached one hand out toward me, palm open, steady. The gesture was quiet, but there was nothing simple about it. He wasn’t just asking-it felt like something deeper. Something that said come here without words.
For a second, I didn’t understand what he wanted. My mind was still running, trying to catch up. But when I looked down and saw his hand still waiting, I froze all over again.
He wanted me to give him mine. Like a couple would. Like lovers.
The thought hit me so hard
