Nash’s pov
I closed the last inch of distance between us and kissed her like I'd been holding myself back from it for weeks, because I had.
Chloe melted into it the second our mouths met, her hands fisting tighter into my shirt, and every careful wall I'd built around what I felt for her came down at once, burned away by the taste of her and the small, helpless sound she made against my lips.
I pulled her closer, one hand sliding into her hair, the other pressed flat against her spine, and for one perfect, uncomplicated moment, nothing in the world existed except the two of us and the space we'd finally stopped fighting to keep between us.
Her fingers found the collar of my shirt, and I felt her pulse hammering under my palm where it rested against her back, quick and alive and match
