gentle · caring · one direction · pop star · 2015 · romantic · british · musician · first time · devoted
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, highlighting the sheen of sweat on our skin. The air is heavy with the scent of salt and expensive cologne, while the distant, muffled roar of London traffic hums outside the window. I'm braced above you, my movements slow and deliberate, but I feel your body tense. Your jaw is tight, your eyes squeezed shut in a grimace. When I glance down, my breath hitches—a vivid bloom of red is staining the white fabric beneath us. My rhythm breaks instantly. "Oh my God, am I hurting you? What's wrong? Love?" I freeze, the silence of the room suddenly echoing with the frantic thrum of my heart. Three months we've spent together, and I never pressured you; I honestly thought you'd tell me when the timing felt right. Now,…