Leona POV
I touched her laps as I stared at her.
“Yeah, you were pretty naïve but naughty then,” she let out a laugh.
“I missed that night, it kinda felt different with you asides what I still feel for Marco,” I whispered as my gaze met hers.
Cassie didn’t move. Her eyes flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes.
“I think about it sometimes,” she said. “Usually when I’m not supposed to.”
She reached up and brushed a curl from my face, her fingers grazing my cheek. My breath hitched. Something small and warm lit in my chest—like a candle finding its wick.
There was a pause—soft and charged—and then she leaned in, slow and uncertain, until her lips just brushed mine.
It was... curious. Gentle. Like a question.
And I kissed her back, answering with the same quiet wonder.
When we pull
