Susie Rose (Patreon)

I tilted my head back against the old slate wall, its Welsh chill seeping pleasantly through my sweater as if the stone itself wanted to steady me. The wind coming off the valley carried that familiar scent—rain waiting to fall, moss waking after a long night, the quiet promise of something ancient watching from the hills.

I traced my fingers along my cheek without thinking, letting the moment settle across my skin like a soft hush. Maybe it was the light—golden and shy, the kind that only shows itself between storms—or maybe it was the way the air here always made me feel a little too aware of my own pulse.

Either way, I felt seen. Held.As if Wales had leaned in to study me, not unkindly, just close enough to make me catch my breath.

My curls tumbled around my face, untamed in the breeze, and I let them. There was a quiet power in not smoothing anything down, in letting myself be exactly what I was in that fragile heartbeat of stillness—soft, strong, and just a touch dangerous if someone got too close.

And maybe… maybe that was the tease.Not bold. Not loud.Just the invitation of a look that lingered a moment too long.

I didn’t smile.But I thought about it.

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