Kennedy’s POV
I waited—heart pounding, throat dry—staring into his eyes like they held my entire future in them.
Dominic was quiet for a beat too long. My stomach twisted with nerves. Was I crazy for asking? For even hoping?
“Are you sure?” he finally asked, his voice low and careful, like he was terrified of breaking something fragile between us.
I didn’t hesitate.
I reached up, cupping his face in my hands. Then I kissed him. Soft at first—just lips brushing lips.
“All I want is you,” I whispered.
The second the words left my lips, his control snapped.
He kissed me like he was starving for me. Like he’d been holding back for far too long.
His hand slid into my hair, fingers tangling gently at the base of my neck, anchoring me to him. His other hand gripped my waist like he was
