We exposed a little more of our souls to one another tonight. We lightened our loads, and I’m not ready to give that up.
I’m supposed to be protecting my heart, but it’s too late for that. It’s been shattered and pieced together too many times to count. So what’s one more heartbreak? Especially when it will be Misha holding the pieces.
I let my fingers slide over his lips. I trace their shape while he observes me, his hand falling to my hip. I lean up on my tiptoes and touch my lips to his. It’s a tentative kiss—scared and unsure, but delirious with need.
His hand slips around the back of my neck and he pulls me deeper into the kiss. Just like that, I lose all sense of where I am. All I feel are his arms around me, his heart beating hard against mine. I breathe and it’s nothing but the
