Restless

Grace

Anticipation makes me restless. The tension wraps around us, holding us together in this strange, charged moment.

Tristin’s arms are tight around me, making sure that I feel every crevice of his hard muscle in my soft curves. His warmth seeps into me, making it impossible to ignore the growing desire simmering just beneath the surface.

For a while, we just lie there, drowning in the heavy silence. The night we spent together plays in my mind like a haunting reel.

The way his hands traced my skin. Passionate, intense, wild.

The intensity in his eyes. Smoldering, hot, electric.

The overwhelming, silent connection between us.

It felt like our bodies fit together, and I was pulled under the surface, forgetting about everything in the world but him.

I had never felt something like that before—sensations so intoxicating they steal your breath and leave you wanting for more.

I shift slightly in his hold. The small movement feels like a wrong move, but I am burning.

Tristin’s grip t