I love you
As we closed the door to our room behind us, a heavy silence settled in, broken only by the soft rustling of fabric as I shifted on my feet. The atmosphere was thick with an almost palpable tension, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty that set my nerves on edge.
My thoughts were a tangled mess, racing with all the possibilities of what might come next. I could still feel the warmth of Seraphine's hand in mine, the lingering pressure of her fingers, and it only added to the storm inside me.
The room around us was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the last traces of sunlight filtering through the curtains. It was a comforting light, but it did little to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.