Marcel:
I didn’t plan it.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
One moment I was sitting beside her, feeling the weight of everything we’d just talked through, and the next… I was standing.
My hands moved before my mind caught up, gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. The fabric dropped somewhere behind me.
“What are you doing?” She asked before I could even think about a response to give her at that moment, or an explanation about why I suddenly chose to do it.
I didn’t have to look at her to know her body wanted to react to it, I felt it, the shift in the air, the way her attention snapped to me, sharp and unguarded.
When I finally glanced at her, her eyes were on me, quickly flicking away the moment she realized I caught her. I stepped clos
