The kiss was like nothing I'd ever experienced—intense, overwhelming, and electric. Her lips were impossibly soft yet commanding, her floating hands cradling my face as if I were something fragile and precious. The sensation spread through my entire being, a heat that burned and soothed in equal measure, as though her very essence was seeping into me.
Time itself seemed to falter, the swirling reality around us dimming into a haze of emotion.
I lost myself in her, the passion of the moment breaking through every barrier I'd built around my heart. Her hands, no longer chaotic or uncertain, now moved with purpose, pulling me deeper into the embrace.
When she pulled away, a soft, ethereal glow surrounded her, and I felt a surge of energy ripple through me.
Her floating hands moved with deliberate grace, their gestures weaving the very fabric of creation.
When I first writing this, I'm such a bad storyteller that I doubt that anyone would continue past further than the first 50 chapters.
However, seeing a significant of you are still reading this, I'm glad that I'm still writing this story.
The journey is still far from over! So I hope that whoever read this are comfortable enough to follow the silly tale that I weave. And to end this note, I hope you all be in great health, and I hope that this chapter make your day a little bit nicer.
Or not, who knows, maybe it is the opposite. Regardless, I hope you all who read this a nice and eventful days to come.