Never planned it, never circled the date …​

She doesn’t announce it. Doesn’t need to. It’s not in the way she speaks, not in the words she chooses—but in the way she decides, the way she moves, the way she made herself into exactly who she is.

One more message, one more line, one more reason to see her name light up my screen.

A stormy night, a moment of passion.

Every inch— flawless. Not just soft, but something beyond that. Something unreal. Like silk stretched over fire, like warmth you can taste, like a secret the world forgot to keep.