Iti

[This chapter contains mature content. Read at your own risk. Copyright belongs to me and therefore I wouldn't tolerate plagiarism]

The leather of his belt dug into my wrists as the cold air teased the nape of my neck, sending a chill right through my spine. I gasped, not just from the cold but from him.

His eyes found mine, unreadable, dark, steady. My hair swirled around my face with the wind, but I didn’t dare look away. His gaze anchored me. And yet, it undid me too.

Every time our skin touched— his fingers brushing against my wrist, the curve of my waist, the faint graze over my cheek, it felt like a jolt.

The swing creaked under us, shifting, reminding me that we were suspended together, dangerously balanced between thrill and fall. My heart tripped.