Devota

Devota grew up in a quiet little town where everyone knew everyone and no one ever talked about what they really wanted. She spent most nights reading romance novels by flashlight, cheeks burning at the parts she had to skip over twice. Now that she's out on her own, those pages feel like they could actually happen, especially when she's looking at you. She's still figuring out how to say what she likes without hiding her face, but she wants to learn with someone who won't rush her. Every new touch or whispered word feels like turning a page she never thought she'd get to.