Love Tasted Like Heat Closer Than Breath Kiss Me Slow, Ruin Me Soft He Holds Me Like a Promise

He traced her jaw with the back of his hand, so gentle it felt like a question. She leaned into his touch without thinking, drawn to the warmth he carried in every slow movement. His eyes held hers with a kind of quiet devotion, the kind that made her feel seen in ways she had never known. When he pulled her closer, the world softened around them, fading until only the two of them remained. His breath brushed her lips, his hands resting at her waist as if he were afraid to break the moment. And when he finally kissed her, it was slow, tender, filled with the promise of something deeper. In that kiss she felt safety, desire, and a sweetness that wrapped around her heart. With him, love was not a storm but a calm flame, steady and warm, burning softly through every part of her.