The kiss lingered longer than it should have.
Not rushed. Not demanding. Just… real.
And then Wolf pulled back.
His eyes searched mine, steady and careful. Like he was checking for cracks.
“I started that,” he said softly. “But I know you’re not ready for more than that.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My heart was still catching up.
“We’ll take it slow,” he said. “No pressure. No expectations.”
He meant it. I could feel it in the way he didn’t reach for me again. In the way he gave me space without stepping away.
I nodded, barely. It was all I could manage.
Because the truth was—I didn’t know what I was ready for. I didn’t know what that kiss meant. Only that it didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like Liam.
It felt like choice.
Like warmth.
Like something I hadn’t let myself want
