His breath caught as he felt the first brush of her lips against his skin. It was so soft, so light, it almost felt like a dream. Her lips grazed the side of his neck, moving with a deliberate slowness that made every second last longer, stretching the tension between them until it became unbearable.
They were standing so close now that he could feel her every breath, her presence surrounding him like an invisible force. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t given any hint that she would do this—but she didn’t need to. Her actions, her proximity, her touch—everything she did spoke louder than words ever could.
The brush of her lips was barely there, just a whisper of contact, but it was enough to send a wave of heat rushing through him. His pulse quickened, and he felt a tightening in his chest as his body reacted to the closeness. His neck was sensitive—always had been—and the softness of her lips against the skin there felt like fire against ice, a contradiction that made him shiver.
It wasn’t an accident. He knew that much. The way she moved, so deliberate, so sure of herself, made it clear that she was aware of the effect she was having on him. She was playing with him, teasing him, but there was a quiet intensity in her actions that told him she wasn’t just toying with him. She was pulling him in, slowly but surely, until there was no way to deny the pull anymore.
Her lips lingered just for a moment, then pulled back slightly, leaving a trace of warmth where they had been. It was the briefest touch, but it felt like it had changed everything. The distance between them, the tension in the air, seemed to magnify, the weight of the moment pressing down on him until it felt like there was no turning back.
His throat felt tight, his body frozen for a moment in a mixture of surprise and desire. Did she know what that small touch had done to him? Did she understand how it had completely unraveled him?
He turned his head slightly, as though drawn to her by an invisible force, and that’s when he felt it again—her breath, warm against his ear, sending another shiver through him. She didn’t say anything this time, didn’t need to. Her actions spoke louder than any words ever could. She was in control, and he was no longer sure he had any say in what was happening between them.
As she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes glimmered with something unreadable, something that made his heart race even faster. She didn’t need to say anything. The message was clear—this was only the beginning.