077

Eva

My lips melted with Lorenzo's, the kiss evolving into a vortex of passion that threatened to consume us both.

But my mind whirled: Why was I surrendering to his touch? Why now, when so much remained uncertain between us? Or was I just acting as his so-called nurse now?

Yet, the urgent press of Lorenzo's lips against mine silenced the whispers of doubt, his hands exploring my body with an achingly familiar tenderness.

I felt an electrifying thrill coursing through my veins, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. The taste of his lips, tinged with hunger and need, stirred something primal within me, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest.

Lorenzo's fingertips traced the delicate contours of my collarbone, a tantalizing trail that sent a shiver rippling down my spine. My body arched in response, yielding to his touch despite the persistent undercurrent of hesitation.

His lips abandoned mine, his kisses charting a course along the sensitive skin of my neck. A breathy sig