We were a song that neither of us knew how to sing, yet our bodies remembered every note.
Twilight blurred the room's sharp edges, turning everything to shadow and heat. There was no rush, no desperate scramble—just a slow, deliberate unfolding of secrets we’d kept hidden in plain sight. With every shared breath and half-step closer, the chaos of the outside world faded, replaced entirely by the hypnotic rhythm of it all. https://nyack.top/Breath-Meets-Skin



















