Ava’s POV
Steve doesn’t move away.
Instead, he presses his lips harder against mine, deepening the kiss. His lips move slowly, carefully, like he’s savoring the moment. His hands explore my body, trailing along my waist, my sides, and my back. The heat of his touch seeps through the thin fabric of my clothes, sending shivers down my spine.
I don’t stop him.
I can’t even think of doing that.
Something inside me crumbles, breaking apart under the weight of his warmth. I feel powerless, completely lost in the way his mouth moves against mine, the way his fingers glide over my skin like he’s memorizing every inch of me. My body betrays me, melting into his, surrendering without resistance.
But Steve suddenly pulls away, his body jerking back like he just snapped out of a daze. He takes
