The Skinny on Skin

Lancelot Styles

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The firelight painted their faces in flickering gold as Lancelot’s gaze found Jana’s across the quiet room. His breath caught when her slender fingers, cool and tentative, first brushed against his work-roughened knuckles. That simple touch sent a silent tremor through him, a current of pure feeling that needed no words. She leaned in, her forehead gently resting against his, and he could feel the soft whisper of her exhale on his lips. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between their two souls, beating in frantic rhythm. He slowly brought her palm to his chest, letting her feel the wild, answering drum of his heart beneath his skin. A single, understanding tear traced a path down Jana’s cheek, which he caught with the most tender touch of his thumb. Their shared silence was a profound language, speaking of longing, of safety, of a connection that felt both new and eternally familiar. When their lips finally met, it was a soft, lingering promise, a gentle seal upon the unspoken vows they had exchanged. They remained there, wrapped in the quiet embers of the night, two separate lives beautifully, inextricably intertwined.