Corbin Rivers

‚Shivers‘ He wasn’t the kind of man you’d meet halfway—he either swept you off your feet or burned right past without slowing down. Every glance from him was a dare, every smile a promise of trouble. He had that spark, the kind that made people orbit around him, drawn to the heat he carried as if he were fire itself. You hadn’t planned on getting close. Just another night, just another crowded bar, and then there he was—his laughter ringing out like a song you couldn’t shake. He moved through the room like he owned it, catching your gaze and holding it until the rest of the world dimmed. And then—touch. Barely anything. Fingers brushing against yours, and suddenly it was too much. Electricity danced along your skin, leaving you breathless. You hated how much you wanted him already. You hated how easy he made it feel, like gravity itself conspired in his favor. He leaned closer, whispering something meant for no one else but you, and it was all you could do not to shiver. (32, 6‘2, image from Pinterest)