He reached for me, his hand sliding around my waist to pull me close. His other hand cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
My breath hitched as his lips found mine, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His tongue tasted like whiskey as it danced lazily with mine. The kiss deepened, sending a delicious heat curling into my stomach.
His hands moved with purpose, sliding down my back to the hem of his hoodie I was once again wearing. He tugged it up, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my waist, sending a shiver through me. I arched into him, my hands gripping the front of his t-shirt, pulling him closer as if I could dissolve the space between us entirely.
In that moment, all that existed wa
