My fingers hungrily traced the contours of Alex's back, my desire urging me to pull him closer, to merge our bodies and souls. But in an instant, his sharp intake of breath caused my eyes to flutter open.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concern etched in my voice as I noticed the way Alex flinched when I inadvertently brushed against his wounded side. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," he reassured me, shaking his head, but the sheen of sweat on his forehead betrayed his discomfort.
"Looks like we need to take things slow tonight," I said sheepishly, gently pushing against his chest, aware of the heat radiating from his naked body.
As I shifted my position, my hand accidentally brushed against the gift bag, causing it to slip from my grasp and fall to the ground.
"What's this?" Alex's voice carried a note of surprise as his eyebrow arched, his gaze fixed on the unexpected item.
