I move closer, close enough to feel your breath against my neck. My lips hover just inches from yours, teasing, waiting, letting the tension build until it’s almost unbearable. Your hands slide to my waist, pulling me in, and suddenly there’s no space left between us—only heat.

I let my fingertips explore your chest, slow and curious, enjoying the way your body responds to even the smallest contact. A soft whisper escapes my lips, meant only for you, promising things that make your pulse race.