ALEXANDER
The moment my lips touch hers, the world narrows to nothing else.
She stills beneath me — just for a breath, just long enough for me to brace for the rejection I’ve learned to expect from her. Then her lips part, soft and trembling, and she kisses me back.
Not carefully.
Not cautiously.
Desperately.
Her hands find me like she’s drowning, fingers fumbling at the buttons of my shirt, shaking as though she hasn’t decided what to do with me but can’t bring herself to stop.
The taste of her does something to my chest — sweet and reckless and entirely too dangerous for either of us. I deepen the kiss, coaxing her open, my tongue sliding slow and deliberate against hers until the sound she makes — a soft, almost reluctant moan — unravels the last of whatever restraint I had lef
