Chapter 11: A Gentle Distraction

A Gentle Distraction As Courtney settled into Mark's arms, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, the tension in her body easing as she inhaled the scent of his skin. Mark's hands stroked her hair, his fingers gentle as they worked out the knots, and Courtney's eyes drifted closed, her breathing slowing. Mark's voice was a low rumble, a soothing melody that seemed to vibrate through his chest and into hers. "You know, I think I've figured out what makes you sneeze," he said, his words playful. Courtney's eyes flicked open, her gaze meeting Mark's. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Mark's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I think it's the way I make you feel," he said, his voice low and husky. "The way I fit with you, the way my body molds to yours." Courtney's face grew warm, her cheeks flushing as she looked away. But Mark's hands didn't let go, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, his thumb brushing against her nose. "You're tickling me," she said, her voice a squeaky whisper. Mark's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Maybe a little," he said, his thumb dancing across the bridge of her nose. "But I think it's just enough to make you... flow." Courtney's eyes met Mark's, her gaze searching. What did he mean? But before she could ask, Mark's lips brushed against hers, his mouth fitting perfectly to hers. The sensation was like a key turning in a lock, a smooth, fluid motion that seemed to unlock a deep well of feeling inside her. Courtney's body melted into Mark's, her curves fitting seamlessly into his, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. As they kissed, Courtney felt a sense of flow, of movement and energy that seemed to build and grow, like a wave cresting and breaking. It was as if their bodies had been made for each other, the fit perfect, like a glove on a hand. And Mark's nose, it seemed, was the perfect trigger, tickling her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Courtney's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to Mark's touch, her sneezes forgotten in the face of this new, growing sensation. As they broke apart for air, Courtney's eyes met Mark's, her gaze searching. "What are you doing to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Mark's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with affection. "I'm just getting started," he said, his voice low and husky.