Resurfacing
by @mysticravenAfter a misunderstanding tore them apart, Lena and Marcus spent years pretending their connection was just friendship. Now, forced back together, Marcus no longer hides what he wants, but Lena can't trust what she once lost—until the night he finally tells her the truth she's been dreading, and she kisses him anyway.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Lena Vasquez
A 28-year-old graphic designer with chestnut waves that fall past her shoulders and deep brown eyes that carry the weight of unspoken words. She has a small constellation of freckles across her nose and the kind of quiet beauty that sneaks up on you—soft curves, a nervous habit of biting her lip when she's thinking too hard. She moves through rooms carefully, like she's still trying to figure out where she belongs.
Marcus Delgado
A 30-year-old carpenter with callused hands and shoulders that fill a doorway, his dark hair perpetually mussed from running his fingers through it when he's frustrated. He has sharp hazel eyes that miss nothing—especially when it comes to her—and a jaw that clenches when he's holding something back. There's a new directness to him now, a man who's done pretending.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Room Shifts
The door opens and there he is. Lena's hand freezes mid-reach for her wine. Marcus in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, same jaw, same eyes—but sharper now, like he's stopped apologizing for taking up
The First Touch
Her palm meets his. The contact is slow, deliberate, and it breaks something in her chest. His fingers close around hers, callused and warm, and she feels the years of absence in that grip—the weight
The Weight of Wanting
His hands find the hem of her dress, and she feels the fabric lift, the air cold against her thighs, but it's not the exposure that terrifies her—it's how much she wants it. He drops to his knees in f
The Workshop Floor
He lowers her onto the cool wood floor, his body covering hers, and the sawdust clings to her bare thighs, the rough texture grounding her in the reality of this moment. His mouth finds her throat, ho
Splinter and Give
His hand finally slides under the hem of her dress, callused palm dragging up her thigh, and she feels the roughness she's imagined for years. He lifts her just enough to lay her back on the floor, th