Chapter One Hundred And Forty One

I try to ignore the heat radiating from Josh’s body, but it's impossible. Every slight shift, every breath he takes, feels magnified against my skin. I pull the blankets tightly around myself, hoping they’ll act as a barrier to the intense tension lingering in the room.

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours, and sleep remains elusive. I toss and turn, my mind racing with thoughts of Josh and our earlier interactions. His teasing voice echoes in my ears, and the memory of his touch makes it difficult to focus on anything else.

I’m so overwhelmed with desire that I don't know what to do. I lie there, listening to the rhythm of our breathing. Why isn’t he reaching for me? I sense, through the stillness in the room, that he’s holding back, fighting the urge to close the distance between us.

I shift restlessly, the urge to turn toward Josh growing stronger. Every creak of the bed and every rustle of the blankets seems amplified in the quiet. I wonder if he feels the same pull if he’s