The bed shifted abruptly.
Before Candice could react, a large hand pressed down on the back of her head—
Her lips landed squarely on his jawline.
Her pupils dilated in shock.
The smooth texture of his skin, the intense hormonal scent, the warmth, the subtle freshness, the exquisite tactile sensation—every detail transmitted vividly and unfiltered into her brain.
Charlie stiffened.
He released her, head tilting back slightly, but his hand remained on the back of her head, holding her in place.
Their eyes met.
One looked completely stunned; the other, utterly expressionless.
After what felt like an eternity, Candice came back to her senses. She quickly pulled away from his hand, straightened up, ran her fingers through her hair, and tried her best to regulate her breathing.
“It’s a
