I can't understand Zephara

I responded to Zephara's fervent kiss, my lips meeting Zephara's with an equal measure of passion and urgency. For a moment, they were lost in the intensity of our connection, the world around us fading into insignificance. But as the initial surge of emotion ebbed, I gently pulled back, a silent plea for space in my eyes. I'm lacking air.

Zephara, sensing the shift, reluctantly ended the kiss, her forehead resting against mine . "I'm sorry," she whispered, the storm of her emotions now a distant rumble. "I shouldn't have…" Her voice trailed off, the apology hanging between them like the calm after a storm.

With a final, lingering touch, Zephara stepped back, her gaze holding mine for a heartbeat longer before she turned and retreated back inside, leaving me alone with the night's whispering secrets.