RAINE’S POV
Cyril kissed me. It was slow at first, like he needed permission, like he was asking. And I gave it. Every part of me said Yes.
His hands slid up to cradle my face, thumb brushing my cheeks delicately. I felt anything but delicate, though.
I felt wanted. Chosen. Seen. And God, have I wanted to be seen by him for so long.
My fingers twisted into his shirt as I kissed him back. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. It was him showing me, just like I asked. Every move he made felt like a promise.
“Mmm," I moaned, feeling Cyril’s lips kiss the nape of my neck, making me break out in goosebumps.
He ran his hands down my back and slipped them under the waistband of the skirt I’d changed into when I got back, squeezing my ass cheeks tightly.
I moaned into his mouth and broke our k
