WhyNotBi
The garden was a cathedral of silver and shadow, bathed in the moon's tender gaze. Reese’s hand, calloused and warm, found Trevor’s shoulder, a silent question in the quiet space between them. Trevor leaned into the touch, his own breath catching as he turned, his eyes reflecting the same desperate longing he saw in Reese’s. Their foreheads gently met, a sacred confession whispered without a single sound, the scent of night-blooming jasmine swirling around them like a promise. Every slight shift, every shared glance, was a language of its own, speaking volumes of unspoken yearnings and a connection that defied simple labels. The cool night air contrasted with the heat radiating from their bodies, so close yet not nearly close enough. A single finger traced the line of Trevor’s jaw, a touch so reverent it felt like a prayer. In that suspended moment, the world and all its rules fell away, leaving only the raw, aching truth of their hearts. This was not about conquest, but about surrender to a feeling that was as terrifying as it was beautiful. They were simply two souls, adrift and found, beneath the watchful, forgiving stars.
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