Will Tile and Avery Janes Stepsisterly Love Affair in Its...

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The world narrowed to the space between them, a charged silence thick with the scent of rain on hot pavement and the faint, floral whisper of her perfume. His gaze traced the delicate line of her collarbone, a path his fingers ached to follow, to feel the frantic pulse beating just beneath her skin. A slow, deliberate breath escaped her lips, parting them slightly, an unspoken invitation that sent a jolt of pure heat straight through him. He closed the final inch, not with force, but with a hesitant reverence, his mouth finding hers in a collision that was more sigh than impact. The taste of her was an unexpected sweetness, like stolen summer fruit, and his hands came up to cradle her face, thumbs stroking the impossibly soft skin of her cheeks. She melted into him, a soft murmur vibrating agat his lips as her own hands slid up his back, pulling him closer until not even a sliver of light could pass between their bodies. Every point of contact felt electric, from the press of her hips to the way her fingers tangled in his hair, each sensation a separate, bright flame adding to the growing inferno. Time lost all meaning, measured only in the shared rhythm of their breathing and the slow, exploratory dance of their tongues. In that suspended moment, there was only the overwhelming rightness of her warmth, the silent language of their bodies speaking volumes, a secret history written in touch and taste.