Breed Me Please
It made her feel cherished in a way she couldn’t name, like how he saw pieces of her no one else bothered to look for.
And then life happened.
Long work hours, stress, and routine.
A slow fading of the small rituals that once defined them.
“You could have just called my name,” she whispered, stepping closer to the doorway.
“I did not want you to stop.”
That confession throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat.
She could see Daniel's eyes, followed by the movement of her hand as she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Slowly, and deliberately.
She wasn’t even sure why she did it. Something about the way he observed her made every small gesture feel charged, and significant.
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