What about a hit of your love—just enough to make my breath catch and my hands forget how to be still. It moves through me slow at first, then all at once, a warmth that settles deep and makes me start to shake in the quietest way. Not from fear, but from feeling too much, too suddenly. Your presence alone does it—the way you look at me like you already know what you’re doing to me, like you’re patient enough to let it take its time. And I let it. I let that feeling spread, linger, undo me gently, until even the smallest thought of you feels intoxicating.