Zenaida felt a shiver run through her body at Berenice's touch, a mix of surprise and something deeper that she couldn't quite name. The warm sun filtered through the trees, casting soft patterns on the ground, and for a moment, time felt suspended between them.
"You should be careful," Zenaida whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, yet the intensity of their shared moment hung in the air, electric with unspoken understanding. Berenice's