Part 2: The Night That Melted Into MorningThe night had wrap..
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The night had wrapped us in a velvet warmth, the city outside our window humming low, like it was giving us space. The lights were dim, flickering amber, casting soft shadows over the sheets we tangled ourselves in.
He looked at me like I was something rare — like I wasn’t just in the room, but part of it. The air thickened with a kind of quiet tension, not heavy, just… expectant. Every glance, every small movement, felt electric.
We didn’t rush. We didn’t need to.
There was music playing — slow, something jazzy — and we danced for a moment, barefoot and close, my head resting on his chest as our breaths synced.
And then we stopped dancing, but we didn’t stop moving.
The hours blurred. The outside world faded into silence.
When the first rays of morning light crept through the curtains, they painted our skin with soft amber. He traced lines down my back like he was memorizing them. I smiled into the quiet, tangled in warmth and sheets and something deeper.
And just when I thought the night had given all it could…
He whispered, “Don’t fall asleep yet.”
