Warning;This chapter might later contain obsessive love and feelings, tendencies and actions.
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The digital clock on the wall shifted from 2:17 to 2:18. A minute, stolen from time itself, spent entirely in the sanctuary of her breath.
A soft sound escaped her lips—not a word, but a sigh of deep sleep. Her head turned slightly on the cushion, her face now angled more directly toward mine. Her lips were parted. The warmth of her exhalation ghosted directly over my mouth.
A shudder ran through me, so profound it felt like the universe adjusting its axis.
Closer.
The thought was not my own. It was a command from a place deeper than instinct. My body obeyed without question. I shifted infinitesimally forward, reducing the gap between us from inches to a hair's breadth. Now, with each soft breath she took, I could feel the faintest disturbance of air against my own lips.
It was a kiss in its most elemental form.
A pre-kiss.
A promise written in vapor and heat.
