Nathaniel leaned in, his hands braced on either side of Celeste, closing the space between them. His breath, warm and soft, ghosted over her lips.

She turned her head slightly, just enough to let him kiss her cheek.

"So soft…"

Her skin had always been irresistible to him, flawless and smooth. He could never get enough of it. Even now, just the slightest brush of his lips wasn't enough. It only made him want more.

His fingers, rough from years of work, combed slowly ...