Keanu
A gentle smile spread over her lips. It transformed her face, softened every hard edge she’d been carrying, and for a moment I could see the woman underneath the armor. She was beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful that needed to be announced. The kind that existed quietly, only revealing itself to people who were paying attention.
She guided my hands. Showed me where to touch, how to touch, with a patience that made something in my chest crack open. She placed my palm against her breast and I felt her heartbeat hammering beneath my fingers. She showed me how to trace the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, the places that made her breath catch when I found them. Every reaction she gave me was a lesson I memorized instantly.
She laid me back against the soft earth and the moss,
