MAYA

As we sat together, Donovan’s gentle touches sent shivers down my spine. His fingers brushed against my skin, tracing the curves of my body. I felt a flutter in my chest as he caressed my neck, his touch igniting a spark within me.

“I love the way you touch me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Donovan’s eyes lit up with a soft smile, his gaze locked on mine. I felt a rush of emotions as he pulled me closer, his hands cradling my waist.

As we sat there, the tension between us grew thicker. I could feel the heat emanating from Donovan’s body, his arousal evident. I giggled,...