Amara sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Every few seconds, she glanced at the clock. The hands seemed to crawl, each tick hammering her heartbeat. Leo had gone somewhere after the chaos of the rink, and she hadn’t known what to expect. But now… now she just wanted him back.
The door opened silently. She didn’t even need to look; she knew it was him. Her chest tightened, eyes stinging as he stepped in.
“Amara,” he murmured, voice low, rough.
Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them. His lips pressed against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that made her knees weaken and her stomach twist into a mess of desire. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers.
“I don’t like kissing you in a closed spac
