The lights are low, and Sweet Apple lies beside me, her dark hair brushing my skin.\r\nThere’s something magnetic about her—every glance, every breath draws me in.\r\nHer confidence is quiet but undeniable, wrapped in a teasing smile.\r\nThe world outside disappears; only her rhythm remains.\r\nIt’s not just passion—it’s surrender, slow and consuming.\r\nAnd for a moment, reality feels too fragile to last.
