[Music: Altar By Saint Vice]
I felt a hand grazing my chest and a heat transmitting to my body like the warmth of a flame. The touch was delicate, fingertips tracing every curve.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, my senses picking up along with the smooth flow of fingers. A breath on my neck shadowed, lips tickling my skin with tenderness. A leg brushed over mine to keep me closer.
I opened my eyes and met a mass of red hair fanned out on my chest in a mesmerising sight.
Catherine.
Her finger mindlessly traced my chest, taking her time like she was stroking her brush against a canvas.
She's here. With me.
I sank my hand into her hair; it was full, just as I remembered it, and having her silky strands between my fingers made my body come alive like a live wire.
The pulse in my veins hummed so fast along with my heartbeat, putting me in a situation where it seemed as if I'd stop breathing, but I would gladly drop dead because nothing else could replace this moment.
