A Passionate Embrace

Gianna and Manuel tangle on wrinkled sheets, mouths open, tongues lazy. His hands travel slow—cup, stroke, wander—and she arches up like she wants him memorized. Clothes peel away like paper. When he's finally inside her they lock eyes, breaths synced, grins crooked. If you need a lecture on what love looks like, look away; right here, hips and pupils are doing the talking.