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He drags his knuckles gently along the side of my face, down the curve of my neck, and then his hand shifts toward the center of my chest. My heart is pounding so hard it’s almost embarrassing. When his fingers spread wide and rest right above it, I swear the beat jumps, like it’s reacting to his touch. I know he can hear it, but him feeling it... feeling how it responds to him... does something different entirely. It’s like my heart is no longer mine.

My mind screams to just stop, but all my body aches for right now is to be touched, to be fucked so hard that I scream over my voice. But it's Hunter, and our friendship hasn't even gotten to that level. But his grey eyes are on me, fixed like he can see through me, like he can feel this heat with me. He raises his hand and brushes my cheek with a soft touch, and my breath stutters. That simple touch makes my heart skip and tumble. I set the smoothie cup on the dash, my palm still cold from it. Then my legs move before my mind can decide on what's wrong or right.

So baby, come light me up And maybe I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, But baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you Into you Into you Got everyone watchin' us So baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous But baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you… ❤❤Emir point of view❤❤ The moment my lips touched the soft, delicate skin of her forehead, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was pumping blood furiously, making it beat at an alarming rate. I didn't know why I always felt that way when I touched her. For haven's sake, that was just a kiss that

Be careful what you wish for, I guess. The next song was ‘This is what you came for’ by Calvin Harris and Rhianna, the lyrics reminded me of the shock of electricity I felt every time Damien would touch me. I never understood it, it wasn’t a shock like static electricity, but more like adrenaline pumping through my veins all through my body. I looked at my bare hands at the thought, I wonder if he felt it too. I skipped the rest of the song, leading into ‘In the Name of Love’ by Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha – it was also quite appropriate for my situation.

"Please touch me." He raised an eyebrow, looking smug as hell, as his hand reached for that most womanly and secret part of me. I yelped when his finger brushed against the spot where my heart was throbbing. His fingers stroked me, sending me into shivers of ecstasy "Oh yeah, baby, that feels amazing, don’t ya think?" “Alex...please,” I whined as I arched toward his touch. I wanted it badly. All my walls were rising, my insides turning molten.

It's hard when you feel helpless, isn't it? "Bother me?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, like I had wounded him more deeply than any blade ever could. He reached out to me, taking my hand in his. His touch was firm but careful, like he was taking care not to hurt me, but still holding me close. He gently placed my palm on his chest, right over his heart, where it was beating strongly under my fingertips. "This," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "Thea, you are such a kind and thoughtful friend. You never cause me any trouble. Never."

I said carefully. “There’s a first time for everything,” he winked. “I trust you, Miss Brooks.” And then, gently—like a whisper over the rim of his wineglass—he added, “Don’t feel guilty. Just focus on living a happier life. You’ve already spent enough of it surviving.” Something stirred inside me. Something quiet and aching. For a long time, I thought the only person who could make me feel seen like that was Elliot. But now, it was Mr. Ivory who had reached into the cracks of me and said: You deserve better.

Aron reached out to wipe her tears, but she flinched and pulled away—reminding him of her rule: never touch her without permission. Art knelt, gently lifted her in his arms. Aron’s face darkened. “How come you can touch her and I can’t?” he asked. “Because I found her first,” Art replied without missing a beat. Then he added, “She’s my sister. She trusts me.” He carried her into the room he had cleaned earlier. Aron stared after them, fury boiling inside. If you disappear, I’ll be the only one she’ll look for, he thought grimly, feeling the presence of someone outside.

"I did." He stayed quiet, then suddenly softened his tone. "I was harsh the other day. I shouldn't have done that to you. It's just that Carmen sprained her ankle, and she was alone…" I stared at my laptop screen, tapping rhythmically on my keyboard. I refused to bring up that day, as there simply was no point in doing so. "Whatever. It's all in the past." Noticing the wounds on my head, Austin reached out to touch it, but I instinctively dodged him. My gaze found its way to the man I had once loved deeply. I said, "The wounds are mostly healed. Don't worry about it."

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.