As the kiss deepened, the rest of the world faded into a distant hum. My senses narrowed to the softness of Lise's lips, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, and the way her hands slid down my arms, leaving a trail of tingling electricity in their wake.
She pulled me closer, her body pressing into mine, and I could feel her heartbeat through the thin layers of our clothes, fast and in sync with my own.
The room felt hotter, smaller, like the air itself was charged with something electric, something alive.
Every little movement between us was magnified the rustle of the sheets underfoot, the quiet catch of her breath, the way her fingers trailed up my spine, sending shivers through me.
She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath, but neither of us pulled away. Lise's voice was a low whisper, full of warmth and affection. "You're incredible, Eileen," she said, her breath ghosting over my lips.
