Night had deepened, the room bathed in the warm glow of lamplight.
Cecilia leaned against Blaze, her mind a tangle of emotions, unsure whether she wanted to resist or surrender to the magnetic pull between them.
Blaze held her close, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. Every brush of his hand, every subtle movement, made her pulse quicken.
"Be patient… I've got you," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring.
She shivered at his touch, her thoughts scattering. The closeness, the warmth, the intimacy of the moment—it consumed her senses. She didn't need words; the connection spoke for itself.
He drew her nearer, their faces inches apart. Her heart raced as she instinctively leaned into him, their breaths mingling, the world outside forgotten. The quiet of the night wrapped around them, cocooning them in a bubble of emotion that was at once tender and urgent.
