Her mouth crashed against his with all the force of every unsent message, every sleepless night, every word she’d swallowed instead of saying it to him.
The rain came down harder, relentless, a thousand silver threads weaving them into the same breath.
Zane froze for half a heartbeat, shocked, disbelieving, and then he was there. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, like he couldn’t stand the space between them another second.
The sound of the storm vanished, or maybe it became them, the rain pounding against the pavement, the roar of blood in their ears, the air crackling with something almost electric.
Lilith fisted his soaked shirt, dragging him closer still. His lips moved against hers like he’d been waiting for this, memorizing the shape of her mouth with the kind of
