Slowly, they began trading soft kisses, mouths brushing against each other’s faces and necks—each kiss raw, tender, laced with love and desperate with longing.

Slowly, they began trading soft kisses, mouths brushing against each other’s faces and necks—each kiss raw, tender, laced with love and desperate with longing. Flesh to flesh, breath to breath—their closeness ignited something primal and sweet. The warmth between them, both startling and achingly familiar, felt like a resting place they’d been seeking all their lives—yet echoed every home they’d never had. A lifetime of quiet terror, not knowing why they were here. Drifting completely alone through time without a compass, without a map— not knowing their purpose, or even if they had one. No hand to hold. Just matter moving through space—breath, motion, nothing more. A body moving forward because stopping felt worse.