He only meant to hold her hand during the movie. But something in the way she squeezed back, the way her breath caught in her throat when their knees touched—he knew. She didn’t need instruction. Her body moved with intuition, experience, and hunger. When he leaned in, she didn’t hesitate. Age hadn’t dulled her instincts—it had sharpened them. She responded not like a girl guessing, but like a woman remembering.