the room was heavy with the soft glow of moonlight, casting long shadows over the tangled sheets that draped over both of you. the air was thick with heat, thick with the aftermath of the night’s intimacy. everything else outside felt far away, muffled, as if time itself had slowed just for the two of you. the only sounds were the uneven breaths escaping your lips, slow and steady but still carrying the weight of what had just happened.

mel lay beside you, her skin warm and flushed from the closeness, the aftershocks of the moment still buzzing through her. her hair, tangled and wild, framed her face, and there was something almost vulnerable about the way she looked now—open, unguarded in a way that was rare for her. her usual composed, icy demeanor was gone, replaced by the soft, satisfied exhale of someone who had just let go.

her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns over your skin, cool against the heat that still radiated from you both. the touch was lingering, as though she were savoring every last second of the closeness, reluctant to break the quiet intimacy between you. the silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—it was comfortable in a way that felt new, like the room had become a place just for the two of you.

her breath was still shallow, heavy with exertion, and every few seconds, she let out a soft sigh as her body settled further into the bed, the warmth of her body pressed close to yours. she didn’t need to say anything. the weight of her touch, the quiet hum of her presence, said everything. this moment, this intimacy, was more than just the physical—it was something deeper, something both of you felt but had never allowed yourselves to fully experience before.