The words lingered in my chest, echoing like a melody I never wanted to end. I could still feel the warmth of them spreading through me when Asher leaned in and closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in a kiss that started soft and tentative, then deepened with a quiet urgency, as if every unspoken word, every hidden feeling, was being poured into that single, breathless moment.
He moved slowly, guiding us toward the wall, his lips never leaving mine. One hand gently found my wrist, raising it above my head and pressing it softly against the cool surface behind me. His other hand rested on my waist, grounding me with his touch.
Nothing about it felt rushed. There was no fear, no hesitation. It was deliberate, thoughtful, and real. Kung ganito lang palagi ang magiging resulta n
