It starts the way all the best things do—
slowly.

You don’t notice it at first.
Not fully.

Maybe it’s the shift in the air.
The way the room feels smaller.
The way your breath hitches for no reason at all.
Except there is a reason, isn’t there?

Something is there. Someone.

You feel it before you see it—
a warmth that moves through you,
soft as a breath against your skin,
a presence just close enough to make you aware
of the space between you…

and how little of it remains.

Your body reacts before you do.
The slow rise of your chest,
the way your lips part without thought,
the subtle tilt of your chin
as if waiting for something—

Something inevitable.

And then, it happens.

A single fingertip glides up your arm—
barely there, but you feel it everywhere.
The lightest pressure, tracing higher,
slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second
before slipping over your shoulder,
dragging heat in its wake.

Your breath catches.
Your pulse stutters.

Because it doesn’t stop.

It moves with intention,
hovering over the curve of your neck,
a whisper of warmth against your throat,
lingering—
not taking, not yet—
but making sure you feel the ache
of everything that hasn’t happened yet.

And your body…?
Oh, your body begs.

For more.
For less space.
For the moment to break—
or never break at all.

But then…
it stops.

Not gone.
Not really.
Just there—waiting.
Held just out of reach.
Not letting you go, but not giving in either.

Because this isn’t about taking.
It’s about making you need.

Making you feel that heat coil lower,
deeper, until your body isn’t just waiting—
it’s aching.

Until the only thing left in the space between you
is a question.

What happens when this touch finally takes you?

Because it will.
You know it will.
You can already feel it, can’t you?

And the worst part—the best part—
is that you don’t want it to stop.

Not now.
Not ever.

So tell me, sweet girl…

What will you do when it finally happens?

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