Mia lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of the city outside. She had been trying to sleep for the past hour, but her mind wouldn't stop replaying the kiss in the car.
His lips on hers. The way he had pulled her closer. The heat of his breath. The way his tongue had coaxed her open. For a moment, everything had felt right—familiar and dangerous all at once.
She turned onto her side, pulling the blanket tighter around her. A tiny part of her—a part she didn't want to admit existed—was disappointed that he had stopped. He had pulled back. He had respected her boundaries. And while she knew that was the right thing, a small, stubborn part of her wished he hadn't.
The more she thought about it, the more heat gathered low in her belly. Sh
