Wherein bodies soften, histories surface, and something ancient stirs—an act that reshapes the very nature of connection.
And the brilliance continues! On to chapter 14.
“Your bed felt like the safest place in the house.”
And wow, the chapter said safety is not the same as simplicity.
I love how tenderness opens the door and then reality storms straight through it in muddy shoes.
That care, that washing, that quiet trust... and then boom, consequences knocking like they live there.
No villains, just people trying not to break what they’re already holding cracked.
This hurt in the real, grown-up way… the kind that lingers after the room goes quiet.
I may be reading out of order but you are an amazing writer! I very much enjoy your style. I especially like how the conversations flow. I confess I feel awkward writing conversations. Yours are wonderful, smooth. Excellent.
And the brilliance continues! On to chapter 14.
“Your bed felt like the safest place in the house.”
And wow, the chapter said safety is not the same as simplicity.
I love how tenderness opens the door and then reality storms straight through it in muddy shoes.
That care, that washing, that quiet trust... and then boom, consequences knocking like they live there.
No villains, just people trying not to break what they’re already holding cracked.
This hurt in the real, grown-up way… the kind that lingers after the room goes quiet.
I may be reading out of order but you are an amazing writer! I very much enjoy your style. I especially like how the conversations flow. I confess I feel awkward writing conversations. Yours are wonderful, smooth. Excellent.