Cheryl
His lips were warm, soft, and hesitant, pressing lightly against mine as if he were testing the waters. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation. It was gentle, sweet—everything a first kiss was supposed to be. But my chest tightened with an uncomfortable ache, a whisper of guilt that echoed in my mind.
Just like Mr. Han.
Reuben’s fingers tangled in my hair, his touch tender as his lips moved softly against mine. But my heart was somewhere else, trapped in memories of darker eyes, firmer hands, and kisses that left me breathless. Mr. Han’s touch was searing, possessive, igniting something deep inside me. But this... This was different. Innocent. Simple.
I should have liked it. I should have wanted more.
But all I could think about was Mr. Han. The way his eye
