It’s been three nights of passion.

Three nights of fire, breathless moments, and skin meeting skin like we were trying to remember something long forgotten.

Now… I lie here. Still.
Every muscle in my body hums from surrender. From connection. From him.

There’s a soreness in my thighs, in the curve of my back… but it’s not pain I regret.
It’s the kind that makes me bite my lip and smile.

He doesn’t speak much. But his hands, his body — they know me.
And I let them.

Maybe I’m divine… but last night, I felt very, very mortal.

And I don’t mind.