Loves Second Chance

Passions Only

NATURAL HIGH

The soft glow from the city lights bled through the hotel window, painting their silent reunion in hues of gold and shadow. His thumb, calloused and familiar, traced the delicate line of her jaw, a question asked without words. Her breath hitched, a soft sigh escaping as her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the overwhelming tenderness of the moment. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their shared warmth a silent confession louder than any promise they had broken years ago. When his lips finally found hers, it was not a collision but a homecoming, a slow, melting fusion of all their wasted time. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, anchoring herself as a profound shiver coursed through her. Every gentle press of his mouth spoke of regret, of longing, of a second chance clutched with desperate hope. The world outside, with its distant hum of traffic, faded into an indistinct blur, leaving only the rhythm of their breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts. A single tear, warm and salty, escaped the corner of her eye, and he caught it with a kiss, his own emotions raw and shimmering in his gaze. In that suspended silence, they rediscovered the forgotten language of their youth, a passionate, wordless sonnet written upon each other's skin.