Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
The line blurred, and I shook my head, heart pounding.
Tessa crossed the room, her bare feet soft on the floor, and took my hand. Her touch was warm, grounding, cutting through the fog. 'Then let me anchor you. Like before, but deeper this time.' She led me to the beams, her fingers brushing my arm, sending sparks through me. Emotions churned—gratitude for her strength, shame at my weakness, and that growing ache in my chest that felt too big for words. The cottage's hearth crackled low, casting flickering light on her face, making her look like some forest spirit come to life.