RAGING FLAME
It wasn’t a perfect solution, but the gentle, unspoken understanding between us felt like a tender beginning, a hint of romance blossoming in the space we were creating together.
He gently grazed his knuckles over my cheek, his touch both tender and electrifying. “Had breakfast ?” he asked softly, his voice a soothing whisper that made my heart race. I felt a flutter of nerves and warmth at his proximity. He patted my head affectionately, a gesture that had once been friendly but now stirred something deeper within me. I nodded, blushing, overwhelmed by the new, intimate feeling of his touch. His laughter was light and affectionate, deepening the newfound, romantic connection between us.
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