The firelight flickered across Vivi's room, casting a warm, intimate glow over the scattered origami creations that adorned her bed. Vivi lay back against the pillows, her heart pounding as Cassius's words hung in the air.
"Intimate...skin-to-skin contact."
The phrase lingered, heavy with implication, and for a moment, she let it sit, her mind teetering on the edge of understanding. Then, like a spark igniting dry tinder, the full weight of his meaning landed, and her cheeks flared a vivid crimson, the heat spreading to her ears as her imagination spiraled.
She'd half-expected something like this when he'd hesitated, but hearing it from his lips—those precise, teasing words spoken from him was another matter entirely.
Her mind raced, conjuring images she tried to push away but couldn't.
Where would he touch her? Her arms? Her shoulders? Somewhere...more?
