Chapter 89 After Making Love

Cecilia POV

I could feel the sand shifting beneath the thin sleeping mat in the tent. It was as if I was being pulled into a vast whirlpool, and Julian was sinking with me.

We lay close, our bodies pressed together as the lantern's soft light shone on our skin. Our shadows merged on the tent's canvas, moving in sync until they became one.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, steady and strong, grounding me in this surreal moment, where everything felt heightened and impossibly vivid.

The desert outside was silent. However, every sound seemed amplified within the tent, such as the rustle of fabric when he moved or the heavy breaths he took as he entered me.

His fingers traced my skin. They moved slowly and deliberately, acting as if they were memorizing every curve and detail of my body. There was no rushing. Instead, there was just a sense of time stretching out, as if the desert night had granted us an eternity.

The world outside felt unreachable. It was just him and m