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An emotionally charged, slow-burn romance

Amelia Hart, a brilliant but emotionally guarded artist, thrives in the sanctuary of her studio—where every brushstroke speaks louder than words. When enigmatic model Daniel Wolfe steps into her life, a canvas of unspoken desires and hidden wounds begins to take form. With his sculpted presence and quiet vulnerability, Daniel becomes both muse and mystery, slowly unraveling Amelia’s carefully curated control.

But beneath the sensual tension lies a deeper storm. As their professional boundaries blur and long-buried pasts surface, Amelia is forced to confront not only her creative demons but also the craving for connection she’s long denied herself. And when Julian, a powerful figure from her past, re-emerges with unresolved claims and a possessive edge, the delicate balance between passion and control begins to fracture.

Set against the backdrop of moody studios, intimate sketches, and emotionally fraught gallery nights, Craving Touch is a story of art, vulnerability, and the raw human longing for touch—not just of skin, but of soul.

Craving Touch!!

The light filtered in softly, brushing gold across the sheets.

Amelia woke first, her body curled against Daniel's, the rise and fall of his chest a steady rhythm beneath her palm. She hadn't moved all night. Neither had he.

His arm was still wrapped around her waist, anchoring her without holding too tight.

It was the safest she had felt in years.

She stayed still, afraid to wake him. Afraid the moment might vanish like a dream if she did. But he stirred anyway, as if her heartbeat had called to his.

"Morning," he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze. "It is."

He searched her face for something—doubt, regret, retreat. But he found none.

"I thought I'd wake up alone," he said.

His fingers brushed the small of her back, slow, thoughtful. "Does this change anything?"

"It changes everything," she whispered. "And yet… I'm still me. Still scared. Still figuring this out."

He nodded. "Good. I don't want a perfect version of you. I want you."

Her throat tightened. "Then be patient with me."

"I can do that," he said. "But only if you stop walking away from me in your head."

She inhaled sharply, caught. Seen.

Later, coffee brewed while rain tapped lazily at the windows. Daniel stood shirtless in the kitchen, barefoot, as if he belonged. As if he'd always belonged.

Amelia watched him from the doorway, arms crossed, face soft with a quiet kind of awe.

"How long are you staying?" she asked.

Daniel glanced over, grinning slightly. "Planning to kick me out already?"

She shrugged, smirking. "Just asking if I need to make room in the bathroom."

He walked over, slid his hand along her jaw. "As long as you'll have me."

Before she could answer, a buzz cut through the moment.

She glanced at the screen, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

His jaw tightened. "What does he want?"

Julian: I was wrong. About you. About everything. I'm leaving the city for a while. But your show… it's making waves. Critics are calling it raw, intimate, a revelation. You should be proud.

She exhaled slowly. Relief mixed with unease. Closure had always come with strings when Julian was involved.

Daniel read her expression. "Is it over with him?"

She met his gaze, unflinching. "It was over a long time ago. But this… you and me… I need to stop dragging shadows into it."

He nodded once. "Then leave it in the past. I'm not him. And I'm not afraid of what came before. Only what we could lose now."

And just like that, with coffee cooling and rain humming in the background, they chose something ordinary.

After The Fire