KALLE
Gahrye had always been attentive, had always proven an exciting and thoughtful lover—something she knew was rare enough that she sometimes spent quiet minutes in her own mind, just appreciating it.
But the intensity in his eyes now as he leaned over her and made her vow to remember the way he loved her, the turmoil in his voice… when he finally leaned down and let their bodies rest together, a shudder wracked her from head to toe, her breath jumping in her chest as if being skin-to-skin with him was electricity to her bones.
She felt charged, shimmering with love and fear, passion and grief. Her fingers shook when she raised her hands to claw her fingers into his hair and pull him down to kiss her. Her entire skin trembled with tension and desire. Then Gahrye whispered, "Are you ready?" and she nodded, not trusting her voice.
