Ave
I knew it.
Damn, I knew!
The second her lips touched mine— the second her breath shivered into my mouth like a secret finally whispered, I felt it. That familiar, brutal tug in my chest. The crackle of heat that wasn’t just lust but something more vital. Something deeper.
I had been running from this exact feeling for weeks. Pretending. Avoiding. Letting her linger close but not close enough to set me ablaze.
But it wasn’t pretense anymore. Not when her fingers gripped the front of my shirt like she never wanted to let go. Not when my name left her lips like a prayer and a curse.
I had been holding the line. I had been good. Restrained.
But when she kissed me back, all bets were off.
My mouth moved over hers like I was starving. Like I had been waiting years for her. For this.
