Firewall: CH. 5

CHAPTER FIVE: THE PERSISTENCE OF HEAT

Carter’s hand moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his fingers curving as if relearning the shape of something once imagined. Ethan didn’t flinch or look away. He let Carter explore, allowed the heat to build between them like kindling catching its first flame.

Ethan followed suit, his touch no longer just mimicry but invitation. Their palms moved in unison now, deliberate and synced like a language they were always meant to speak. Their gasps were soft but unfiltered — not sharp or performative, but reverent. They were feeling each other in every sense of the word.

The TV flickered quietly in front of them, casting shadows across skin and jawlines, catching the subtle shifts in their expressions—surprise, pleasure, awe. One frame bled into the next, ignored. Neither of them had any idea what movie was playing anymore.

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