C51 Dew Island Remembered

Then his fingers rose.

The back of his knuckles brushed beneath her chin barely there at first, a silent question. When she didn’t pull away, his touch settled, gently lifting her face toward his.

Soft.

Intimate.

Intentional.

Her breath caught.

“Why do you always pretend you’re unaffected?” he murmured, his voice low, close enough that the words warmed her lips