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He felt his heartbeat, fast and loud. So you feel something when I touch you, huh?

Each touch was deliberate, sending sparks of electricity through me. I felt his fingers brush over my chest, barely grazing the sensitive peak through my shirt. The contact was light, teasing, but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped against his lips, my body arching into his touch, craving more. Leo didn’t hesitate. His hand slipped under my shirt, the warmth of his palm pressing against my skin. His fingers found the hardened nub, rolling it gently between them, drawing another moan from me. The sensation was almost too much, and yet not enough. I needed more of him, more of this.

I flinched for a split second, but he didn't grab me. He caught my wrist gently, then lifted my hand and pressed my palm flat against the center of his chest. Through the fine silk of his shirt, I felt the steady, powerful thrum of his heart. It was fast—just like mine. His dark, stormy eyes captured mine once again.​The unspoken permission was clear: You rejected my touch, but you can have mine. I didn't pull away. This time, the dance changed. I let my fingers splay across the broad expanse of his chest, he was as solid as a board.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

He said his voice brushing my ears. Raising my head to look at his face. I whispered. "Really?" "Yes. You handled it well." He said his hand brushing through my hair. I unconsciously leaned into his touch. A touch I'd grown comfortable in. And for the first time in a long while, I felt… not exactly safe, but not alone either.

The moment Raymond's gaze landed on my chest, his breath hitched. "What happened? Who did this to you?" I ran my fingers across my scars. "This, you mean?" I continued, "These are the cigarette burns the love of your life left on me. Or are you asking about this? "She carved the word 'slut' into my skin with a penknife. She said I was born one, so it's only right for her to remind me of my identity."

I was happy for him, but when I turned around, I found myself looking into his eyes, shining like a sky full of stars. “Chloe, I like you. Will you be with me?” It was the first time Felix called me just by my name, and it was the first time I realized how beautiful my name sounded. I smiled and said, “Okay.” Just one word, and it completely unraveled him. He pulled me into his arms, and the rapid beating of our hearts gave us away. So, when I made my birthday wish, I had one selfish thought. “Felix, I want you to be safe and happy, always.”

I asked, watching her as she finally stood on my side. "Perhaps." She forced a smile, then slowly lifted her hand and placed her trembling fingers lightly against my chest, right over the frantic beat of my heart. It leaped once at the contact before a strange warmth spread across my chest at the touch. For a moment, under her simple touch, the constriction in my chest lessened a bit. "Or maybe because I have seen that beneath this cold exterior you portray, there is a heart, and it once loved, it was once broken, and...it actually feels."

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Nakasakay ng kotse. May dalang sincerity. Marunong ihatid ka pauwi. Maybe love is not the fire that burns your skin alive, Maybe it is the hand that helps your trembling survive. Not every spark was made to leave a scar too much, Some are soft enough to heal with just a single touch. And under moonlit skies where nervous heartbeats clutch, I found forever hiding in an... electric touch. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────