Chapter 4:
Claiming Her Lips
The way Sera’s fingers stayed intertwined with mine on the couch cushion made the room feel smaller. Every breath she took seemed louder in the quiet. I could not stop looking at her lips, soft and slightly parted as she waited for me to say more. My heart pounded so hard I worried she could hear it.
“Sera, I do not know how to do this smoothly,” I admitted, my voice low. “But sitting here with you, talking like this, it feels like everything I have been wanting for months.”
She squeezed my hand gently. “Then stop overthinking, Ronan. What would you do if you were not scared right now?”
That question pushed me over the edge. I leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away. Our faces ended up inches apart when I reached for the notebook on the table betwe
