WHAT DO YOU CRAVE WHEN THE NIGHT GETS QUIET?

The touch you can’t stop thinking about… or the heat that lingers even when they’re not there?
Fingertips tracing, brushing, teasing — just enough to make you ache for more.
Your skin remembers what your mind tries to forget.
Every pause, every whisper, every glance that could set you on fire…
You close your eyes, and the memory stays — warm, restless, alive.
It’s strange how distance only makes desire sharper, sharper, sharper…
Tell me… do you crave the gentle tease, or the one that takes your breath away completely?