My head was spinning. Leo’s lips were firm, unrelenting, like he was engraving his name into mine.
This wasn’t a sweet, public-appropriate peck or a "sweet, romantic movie moment" kind of way. No. This was bold. Consuming and territorial. Like he wanted to wipe out the last two weeks of mind games in one movement and claim me as his.
Gasps echoed around the dance floor. I felt the sharp burn of attention from every direction, but none of it mattered. My body was stiff with adrenaline, my heart racing so fast it felt like it was skipping beats.
His hand held my back tight, anchoring me when my knees started to betray me. And then he bit my bottom lip. Not hard. Just enough to make my brain explode.
When he finally pulled away, my lips felt bruised, my body hyper-aware of every point of
