Brooklyn’s face was cradled in my hands. Her skin was warm under my palms, soft as silk, and her eyes, those damn eyes held me captive, swirling with a storm of emotions I couldn’t untangle. Love, fear, regret, desire—they were all there, mirroring the chaos in my own chest.
I had just kissed her, whispering my love between each press of my lips, but now her arms were around my neck, her body pressed close, and the world was narrowing to just us. My heart pounded like a war drum, every beat screaming her name—Hailey, my Hailey.
My forehead rested against hers, our noses brushing. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, her cheeks flushed, and the sight of her like this—so undone, so mine—sent a jolt through me that I felt in every nerve.
“Hailey,” I murmured again, my voice rough, barel
