Alex doesnβt speak β he lets his touch do the talking, moving over Oksanaβs exposed skin with a quiet certainty that pulls everything else into silence π«§ the room stays dim, heat curling in the low air as her breath starts to match his rhythm π his hands slide with smooth precision, fingertips brushing tension out of her shoulders, palms gliding lower with focus and restraint πββοΈ Oksana doesnβt flinch, doesnβt guide β she just lets go, deeper with every motion, every pause, every moment suspended between pressure and release π«