I had to admit, the focus on that kiss had been so scorching that for a moment, I lost myself in its intensity. It was as if every thought, every worry, had evaporated under the heat of our passion. My fingers trembled, my heart raced, and all I could feel was his touch, his lips, his desire.
The world outside that hospital room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a realm of our own creation. The clothes that had once separated us became an obstacle, and as if guided by some magnetic force, he began to remove them, revealing my shoulders to his gaze.
The air was thick with a heady mix of want and uncertainty, and for a brief moment, my doubts were silenced by the allure of the forbidden. It was a dance of desire and restraint, a balance that teetered on the edge of something deeper, something more profound.
