In the hush of the night, time seemed to move at a snail's pace. Each second stretched out luxuriously, and Sasha savored each one. This moment - the intimacy, the warmth, the quiet thrill - it was something she would carry with her forever, etched into the deepest recesses of her heart.
Following Aditya's lead, their gentle kiss gradually morphed into something more intense, a passionate French kiss. Aditya's tongue found its way into her mouth, sparking a playful dance with hers. The sensation stoked the fire within her, making her body feel like a furnace.
In the past, this feeling of heat was synonymous with pain, a reminder of the peculiar condition she and her mother suffered from. But this time, it was different. The heat was not a torment but a reflection of her yearning to share this closeness with Aditya. It was a warmth that radiated from within her, a flame kindled by her burgeoning feelings for him.
