Aurora’s POV
Zayne's mouth was warm, too warm, and the moment his lips claimed mine, something inside me cracked.
Because it didn’t feel performed. It didn’t feel forced. It just felt real.
His thumb stroked my jaw, and his breath mingled with mine.
His chest pressed against mine.
And the sound he made was low, involuntary, hungry, that echoed straight into me.
The crowd gasped, shouted, screamed. But I didn’t even hear them at the moment.
All I heard was the way my pulse crashed into his. And I felt the way my body melted against his without my permission. At the moment, I knew that I didn’t want him to stop.
Not yet. When he finally pulled away, I was shaking.
His forehead rested against mine for a breath too long as if he wasn’t sure he could let go.
Then he exhaled, shaky an
