The sun was sinking, painting the sky in fiery hues, but it wasn’t the view that had my pulse racing, it was him.
We’d said it was just a hike, just two friends catching a sunset. But the way his fingers brushed mine as we walked, the way his eyes lingered when I caught him looking, it was anything but casual.
When we reached the clearing, the world seemed to hold its breath. He turned to me, closer than he needed to be. “It’s beautiful,” he said, his voice low.
“It is,” I replied, though I wasn’t looking at the sunset.
Before I could second-guess, he leaned in, and everything else disappeared. His kiss was fierce, a confession wrapped in heat. My back pressed against the rough bark of a tree as his hands explored, his touch igniting something primal in me.
Clothes slipped away, the cool breeze against my skin only heightening the fire between us. Every kiss, every movement, was electric, raw, and unrestrained.
By the time the stars emerged, we were tangled together, breathless and unapologetic. The wild wasn’t just around us, it was in us.
Sometimes, chasing sunsets leads to catching fire. And that night, we burned.
