Alignment
MUSCLE MEMORY – PART VI
Ryan and Danny move together with deliberate precision—hands matching hands, breath syncing to breath—until the difference between wanting and acting disappears.
There’s no rush, no uncertainty, no pretending this is anything other than mutual.
This isn’t experimentation.
It’s alignment—of bodies, of desire, of a truth Ryan can no longer talk himself out of.

In the last installment of Muscle Memory…

The room feels impossibly quiet, like even the walls are holding their breath.
My hands tremble just slightly as I reach for the hem of my shirt. I peel it off slowly, the cotton catching for a second on the back of my neck before sliding free. I hesitate at the waistband of my shorts, eyes flicking up to Danny one last time.
