Sonia’s POV
The room was quiet. Too quiet. My heartbeat felt loud.
So did his.
We lay facing each other at first, barely an inch apart, but that inch was… electric. My fingers brushed the back of his hand, tentative, shy.
He inhaled sharply.
He closed the inch.
His palm found my waist, carefully, like he was afraid of touching too much, too soon. His thumb traced small circles on my hip, innocent but devastating. I slid closer without thinking, instinct guiding me more than courage.
“You’re killing me…” he whispered into the dark, almost laughing but not really. More like suffering.
I blushed so hard it hurt.
He pulled me gently into his warmth, until my head rested beneath his chin and his arms wrapped around me like he’d been waiting forever to do it. His hand splayed across my
