Enough to see by.
Enough to begin.
Wordlessly, I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. By mutual unspoken accord, we must consummate this reunion in the most ancient way.
He kisses me like I’m the thing that wrecked him and the thing that’s going to put him back together—slow, deliberate, unbearably gentle. There’s no angle he hasn’t thought through, no pressure point he isn’t already reading from the line of my breath. His hands curve around my hips like he’s memorizing them. Like they’re home.
We don’t rush. We don’t speak.
Not at first.
Because something about this moment feels like it’ll shatter if we get too loud. Like noise will wake us from whatever impossible miracle this is.
He leads me backward, slow and patient, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed. We never took our eyes off each other. Not once.
His fingers find the hem of my shirt. Pause.
“You sure?” he asks, voice sandpaper-soft.
I nod. “Yeah.”
And then I say it again, clearer. “Yeah. I want this.”
The shirt comes off slow.
So do his hands.
They follow every inch of skin revealed like a blessing, not a demand. When his thumbs trace under the band of my bra, I don’t flinch. Not this time. Ilet him.
The way he breathes changes.
Rougher.
Like he’s swallowing awe and can’t quite finish.
He leans in and kisses the hollow at the base of my throat, then the curve of my shoulder, then lower, lower, until he’s on his knees again and I’m standing there, naked to the waist, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
“Kalev,” I whisper.
He presses his forehead to my stomach. Just rests there. Breathing.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs. “You’re safe. You’rereal.”
My hands find his hair, thread through it, hold him there like maybe he’ll disappear if I don’t.
And then we move. Together.
I’m on the bed, legs curled around his hips, and we’re shedding the rest of our clothes like they’re too heavy for this room.
When he finally lays over me, the weight of him makes me gasp. Not because it hurts. Because itgroundsme.
His cock rests hot and heavy against my thigh, and my whole body flares to life in response.
“You still with me?” he asks.
I nod again. My breath’s coming fast now.
“Need to hear it,” he says, low.
