New memories sounded less intimidating than being forced to remember something that might not even be there anymore! It felt nice to know someone had the patience to build something rather than just go back to whatever there was left behind. The kiss we shared was exhilarating and, despite wanting more, we both decided not to dive head first into our instincts. It was a wordless agreement.
But the itch remains. I wanted to five my fingers into his hair and grab it tighter, I wanted to kiss him and hear his breathless voice asking for consent, asking for more. I wanted to feel his skin under my fingers, I wanted to-
"Everyn?!" His voice breaks my train of thoughts and I find myself startled when he walks into the obscenely big dressing room. "Are you alright? I have been calling your name
