

There’s this one memory I still feel in my body…
It was simple. Warm evening, soft couch, slow silence. Nothing planned. Just me and him. And then… his hand on my thigh. Barely there. Just resting. But my whole body? Goosebumps. He didn’t rush. Just traced slow little circles with his fingers. It wasn’t about anything more. It was about being wanted in the softest way.
And honestly… I still feel that touch sometimes when I close my eyes. Ever had a moment like that? The kind that doesn’t leave your skin?💋