Mark took a sharp breath, almost a hiss. His whole body tensed as he froze next to me, hands squeezing at my shoulders. I could see the fight in his eyes, the internal struggle, his pupils moving rapidly over my face, reading my intentions, my desires.
“Terry…” He tried but his voice died off as his gaze got lost in mine. And then he finally made his decision. He was done fighting and denying himself to love me, and I was done fighting it too.
He leaned forward to kiss me back.
All this time ago Mark had made me promise never to talk to him about possibilities and break his heart with false hopes, but I didn’t listen. Some little voice inside my head squeaked with a warning that I was about to do exactly this, but I didn’t care. Not when Mark was the one kissing me now, his full lip
