The soft kisses, though seemingly affectionate, felt like an enigma—something Eva couldn't quite grasp.
Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, as if the air itself had been stolen from her.
She could feel the overwhelming weight of his presence pressing against her chest, and her head spun, caught in the whirlwind of his touch and his unpredictable nature.
With trembling hands, she reached out to touch his chest, her fingers barely brushing against him, as though trying to create some distance, or perhaps to remind herself she still had control.
But the touch was weak, hesitant—almost pleading.
"I... I can't... breathe..." Her voice faltered.
She was drowning in the intensity of the moment, her pulse erratic as she tried to make sense of the conflicting sensations he stirred in her.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, but she couldn't bring herself to push him away.
