Bab 459: I'm not scatterbrained, I'm hyperfocused 2

He was so soft.

This man...

The moment his lips brushed hers, he melted into her.

Melted.

Like she could break him, shatter his soul with a single touch.

Like she had him wrapped around her little finger.

Yet even as his arms loosely encircled her, like a tender lover holding on but not daring to squeeze or crush his beloved, he felt more solid, more there, than anything she'd ever felt in her entire life.

Even as his kiss was a fragile whisper that begged her not to hurt him, there was no fear in it.

And what she tasted...

There was no insecurity.

Just...

Loving acceptance.

Warmth.

Home.

She breathed him in and she drowned.

Everything he was, everything she could never be.

It washed over her and cleansed her soul.

A sinful demon seeking to drown, or a sinner swimming for the light.

It didn't matter.

He was...

This man...