Cauro’s hand was still gripping Isla’s waist when he pulled back just enough to look at her. His breathing was ragged, eyes dark and intense, but there was something else there too — a flicker of uncertainty, like he was surprised by his own actions.
Isla’s lips were parted, still tingling from the kiss. Her hands were pressed against his chest, not pushing anymore, but not pulling him closer either.
“Cauro…” she whispered, voice shaky. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in again, slower this time, and kissed her once more — deeper, hungrier. His tongue brushed against hers, and a low groan escaped him when she made a small, involuntary sound against his mouth.
Isla’s fingers curled into his shirt. For a moment, she kissed him back — tentative, confus
