nineteen and unravelling
"I'm okay. Don't stop."
He began to move again, his rhythm slow, gentle, and completely attentive to every tiny shift in my expression. Gradually, the slow pace quickened, turning into a rhythmic, passionate fog that filled the dark room. The music swelled in the background, the shadows danced on the ceiling, and every touch felt like a permanent mark being etched into my skin. I was entirely consumed by him, lost in the sheer weight of a milestone I had saved for the one person I thought would hold my world together.