Pucked On Ice
Outside, the sky opened up and rain began to fall, soft patters against the window adding a gentle rhythm to our quiet moment.
I slid my lips away from his and started kissing his neck again, then his jaw, his cheek, his forehead — slow, reverent kisses everywhere I could reach. My hand stayed on his face, thumb stroking his skin as if I couldn’t stop touching him. Riven sighed softly, melting under the attention.
I pressed our foreheads together and let out a soft sigh. “I love you so much,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him once more.
We stayed tangled on the bed like that, limbs loosely wrapped around each other, breathing softly in sync. The rain grew steadier outside, a so
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