Page 183 of Unhinged Omega

"It's okay," she whispers

voice like starlight

voice like peace

but it's not okay

nothing is okay

everything is broken

i am broken

yet she looks at me like i am whole

her hand moves to my chest

palm flat against heartbeat

can she feel how it races?

how it thunders?

how it beats only for her?

want to touch her too

want to worship

want to show what words cannot

my human hand lifts

hesitates

hovers above her skin

ask permission with eyes

with stillness

with patience

she nods again

gives permission

gives trust

gives everything

fingers brush her cheek

silk and moonlight and heaven

she leans into touch

eyes flutter closed

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