More than I want to admit.
So when I pull him down to me again?
When I choose him again?
It’s not because I’m losing control.
It’s because I’m deciding to let go of it.
Just for this.
Just for tonight.
Everything else fades.
The doubts.
The questions.
The what-ifs waiting for me tomorrow morning.
Because right now, I feel full in a way that isn’t just physical.
It’s deeper.
Warmer.
Like something inside me that’s been quiet for a long time is finally being seen and answered.
And that scares me.
Gods, it scares me.
Because this isn’t just attraction.
It isn’t just chemistry.
It’s connection.
The kind that sneaks up on you and wraps around your heart before you realize what’s happening.
The kind that can break you if you’re not careful.
But I don’t pull away.
I don’t stop.
Because I am doing this. I am choosing this—him.
And for this moment—that just has to be enough.
It has to be.
So I let myself have it.
All of it.
The warmth.
