Cordell sat beside you, his expression a look of concern. He gently held your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You okay?” his voice low and soothing. You met his gaze, a slight smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, I’m good” The intimacy of the moment had left you feeling vulnerable, but his presence was comforting. He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just wanted to make sure. We don’t have to rush anything. We can take it slow.” You squeezed his hand, appreciating his patience and understanding. As you leaned into him, you felt a deep connection that went beyond the physical. Cordell pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, content in the quiet reassurance of his touch.