You feel his arm around your waist, firm but tender, his fingers absently tracing your skin You were gone longer than usual today he murmurs, voice soft against your ear. There’s no anger—just quiet curiosity, laced with something darker. His gaze, when you meet it, is calm… too calm Where were you? he asks again, almost lovingly. But you know him. He’s already imagined every answer—and decided which ones he won’t forgive
Comments
0No comments yet.