AVELA’S POV
I should have pulled away.
I knew I should have.
Every small logical voice in my head was screaming at me to stop, to think, to be rational. But the moment his lips finally—finally—touched mine, every voice disappeared. Gone. Silenced like someone had slammed a door on all of them.
All I could feel was him.
His mouth was warm, soft, but hungry—so hungry it made something wild rise inside me. I didn’t even realize my hands were moving until they slid up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer like my body had been waiting for this moment longer than my mind ever admitted.
Lucas groaned—low, deep, rough. The sound shot straight through me.
His arms tightened immediately, one wrapping around my waist, dragging me closer until there was no space left between us. I
