Chapter 50

Dear readers 😁,I have to confess — writing Flora’s first attempt at being “saxy” had me smiling the whole time. This poor girl had more questions than confidence and more nerves than sense. She wanted to feel grown, mysterious, irresistible… and instead she felt like a trembling newborn deer in expensive lace.I wanted you to live inside her head for that moment — the overthinking, the secret pep talks, the little voice saying “Girl, who exactly do you think you are?” Desire, especially the quiet kind, doesn’t arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it burns low and long, sneaking through your body, your mind, your soul, until you don’t even recognize yourself anymore.Flora isn’t polished. She isn’t prepared. She’s imperfect, curious, and a little ridiculous—and that’s what makes her real. This chapter isn’t about the act itself, but about how she felt: the heat in her cheeks, the wild flutter in her chest, and the confusing, delicious way he made her forget half the questions she’d rehears