Tara Tainton It Can Happen So Fast _hot_

When I opened them, you were closer. Close enough that I could see the gold flecks in your irises. Close enough that breathing felt like a shared act.

The afternoon had started with the kind of mundane silence that made you believe nothing would ever change. Sunlight stretched across the living room carpet, and the only sound was the occasional clink of a spoon against a coffee mug. tara tainton it can happen so fast

It Can Happen So Fast

"We haven't done anything," you replied. But your hand moved, closing the photo album slowly, setting it aside. Your fingers lingered on the cover. Then you turned to face me fully. When I opened them, you were closer

"Are you okay?" she breathes against your throat. The afternoon had started with the kind of

You can't speak. You nod. She smiles—that small, knowing smile that says I've thought about this too .