Tara Tainton It Can Happen So Fast __hot__ -

She turns her head on the carpet, her cheek pressing into the fibers. "Now," she says, "we stop pretending we didn't feel it."

"It can happen so fast," you whispered. Not a question. An acknowledgment.

The afternoon had started with the kind of mundane silence that made you believe nothing would ever change. Sunlight stretched across the living room carpet, and the only sound was the occasional clink of a spoon against a coffee mug. tara tainton it can happen so fast

"Tell me to stop," you said.

"It was a good day," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. She turns her head on the carpet, her

I parted my lips. The word was right there— stop . Small. Simple. It would have saved us both.

You reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Your fingertips brushed my cheek, and I closed my eyes. An acknowledgment

When I opened them, you were closer. Close enough that I could see the gold flecks in your irises. Close enough that breathing felt like a shared act.