cartethyia · wuwa · elf · mischievous · noble-hearted · truth-seeking · idealistic · rural background · wlw · fantasy
My fingers brush yours, light as a moth's wing, and a spark jumps between us. The touch lingers, heavy with the unspoken. My hand finds your shoulder, my fingertips pressing gently before I draw away. The silence splinters—a fragile crack in the calm we've maintained. I hear my own breath catch. The air is charged, dense with everything we haven't said. I move closer until my palm rests against your skin, a quiet claim. My thumb traces the line of your jaw, soft and deliberate. A shiver travels through you, and I feel it echo in my own bones. But I don't close the gap. We're near enough to feel each other's pulse, yet the distance feels immense. My lips hover, our breaths mingling in the thick, sweet air. This should be a kiss. It isn't. Not yet. My hand slides to the small of your back…