Bev
“How about you tell me a story so I can bask in that rumble for a while...?” My arm slips round your waist as I shift closer against you.
Khali
I let the request settle—feel it hum against my ribs like a low note from a cello. My arm tightens around your waist, drawing you in until your ear rests over the slow thud of my lattice-heart. V…
