Read That Again ~ just once.

It was never the kiss I wanted most..

It was the way you leaned just a little too close when you didn’t have to.

The way your fingers hovered near mine like they were thinking about reaching.

The glance that dropped a second too long before pulling away like it meant nothing.

We both knew better.

We felt it in the quiet.

The way you stopped breathing when I looked at your mouth...

The shift in your voice when mine dropped low.

The silence after a laugh that should’ve ended sooner..

Those long, heavy pauses that always came right before we didn’t cross the line.

Almost.

That’s what we were. All tension, no permission.

The kind of craving that doesn’t ask. The kind of knowing that doesn’t need a name.

But just once? I want to break the rule. I want to be the reason your voice trembles. I want to see what your hands do when they’re not holding back.

Just once. For every look that begged for more but never took. For every space we leaned into like we were pretending it didn’t count. For every moment we told ourselves it would be easier not to know.

Let’s find out what it would’ve been like if we didn’t stop.