[shailu4ever]

Slow and light


Her skin warm against his.

The pressure was delicate

Almost absent, but the effect was seismic.

His breath caught.

Time stalled.

The touch lingered for just a moment too long to be casual.

“There,” she said softly, eyes locked on his. “Clean boy.”

For a moment

All he could hear was the distant clink of silverware

The soft whir of the fan above.

But inside

Everything was heightened

Her scent (something floral, maybe jasmine)

The light pressure of her touch still ghosting his skin

The softness in her voice that felt dangerously close to something tender.


He smiled faintly, trying to keep his voice level. “Thanks... mom.”


She pulled back.

But not all the way

Her eyes still resting on him, amused and sharp. “Ugh. Ruined it.”