wanna kiss again?

Her mouth was warm, a tantalizing blend of mint and a faint earthy tang that lingered on his lips, as though the very essence of the land had mingled with her kiss.

When she sighed into it, a sound that was both reluctant and eager, her hands slid up his chest, the movement smooth and deliberate, before settling on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic.

The contact sent a thrill through him, grounding him in the moment.

His grip on her hands tightened, the heat of her body pressing against him as if to close the last remnants of distance between them. He pulled her closer, his heartbeat quickening, every breath syncing with hers.

The kiss deepened, slow and measured, as though they were both savoring the act, letting it unfold at its own pace.

There was no rush, no urgency, only the quiet, pulsing rhythm of their lips moving together in a shared, unspoken understanding.