TRISTAN

Heat.

That was the first thing I felt.

Soft skin beneath my hands. Breath mingling with mine. Her scent, summer grass, surrounded my senses.

A familiar pull in my chest that felt like gravity had shifted and decided she was the center of it all.

“Zuri…”

Her name slipped out of me like it belonged there.

Like it always had.

Her body pressed into mine. 

Warmth and need and something that felt like it reached past skin, past ...