The park was still, the quiet only broken by the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. Angela rested her hand on Edmund's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath her palm as they sat on the secluded bench, hidden from the main path. His words echoed in her mind, his promise soothing the turmoil that had been building inside her since they had embarked on this dangerous affair. For the first time in days, the tension in her chest began to ease.
She shifted closer, nestling into him as the warmth of his body shielded her from the cool air. There was a momentary calm between them now, a reprieve from the storm of emotions swirling around them. But in the quiet, something else simmered beneath the surface desire, raw and insistent, neither could ignore.