Prayerfully She Strains Toward You

In a firelit loft studio smelling of warm brick and raw silk, co-founders Priya and Rhea finally collapse the nine months of charged proximity that has lived beneath every pitch deck and 3 a.m. crisis. Rhea suspended in her own hand-rigged ropes, feral and brilliant and, for once, unable to reach back. Rhea has armored herself in untouchable competence, but hanging helpless above the concrete floor, she finds that surrender is not defeat, it is the one thing she has been starving for through every boardroom performance. Priya moves from steadying co-founder to sole fixed point in Rhea's spinning world, her touch coaxing the wildness into something molten and willing, transforming Rhea's restless ferocity into soft, rare stillness. Readers can expect the exquisite tension of desire finally spoken through touch rather than words, and the breathtaking tenderness of being caught by someone who has been reaching for you all along.