But next time
"And yet," he murmured, low and velvet-smooth, "the moment I touch you, you tremble. What does that say, hmm?"
A gasp caught in her throat. Out slipped a small noise, lost in the quiet waves nearby. Not pushing, just present - balanced on the edge where waiting hurt worse than touch, each moment pulling tighter, glowing hotter.
Curving her fingers, hesitation held them mid-air. His voice carried a grin she sensed more than heard, drawing her like weight itself - not fear, just pull.
"Aah - " Cassidy's laugh wavered with heat. "L-Leon… we… we can't. Mia is - "
A shift came, subtle, when he pulled away by the slightest measure - space enough for her to catch sight of him fully. His eyes held a glint, gold like dusk light, serious strength tucked beneath something lighter. Stillness settled close, thickening what hung in the gap between their bodies. One motion, any at all, could have sent it all spilling forward.
