Seth’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of surprise quickly melting into a slow, warm smile. “You sure?”
Danielle nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah. I mean… if you want to.”
“I want to,” he said gently, stepping closer. His hand brushed against her cheek, his thumb tracing just beneath her eye. “But only if you’re sure.”
She leaned into the touch, heart pounding, nerves tangling with want. “I’m sure.”
He kissed her softly. No rush. No pressure. Just a lingering, steady press of lips that deepened when she melted into him. Fingers tangled in his shirt. His arms circled her waist. The whole world narrowed to that moment, and for the first time in what felt like days, everything else faded away.
A flicker stirred in her chest. In her mind. Jealousy? But of what? She pushed it back, kissin
