I carefully tended to her wound, my movements gentle, afraid of causing her pain. She watched me intently, her eyes reflecting an emotion I had never seen before.
"Lorne," she said softly, her tone laced with hesitation.
"Yes?" I looked up to find her face softer than I had ever known.
"Thank you," she said quietly, "not just for this time, but for... making me feel like I'm not alone anymore."
I froze, a whirlwind of emotions surging within me. I wanted to respond, but her actions silenced me. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against mine—warm, tender, and burning with suppressed intensity.
My mind went blank, but my body didn't resist. Slowly, I placed a hand on her shoulder, reciprocating her approach.
Her kiss lingered momentarily as if waiting for my response. I didn't hesitate, closing my eyes and meeting her passion with my own. What began as cautious grew increasingly assured, an outpouring of emotions long restrained.
