Nyla
His face hovered just inches from mine, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us. My heart was hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Then, slowly, he closed the distance.
The moment his lips touched mine, a soft whimper escaped me. They were warm, gentle, and incredibly tender. For a few seconds, I melted into the feeling — the softness, the heat, the way his mouth moved so carefully against mine. But when he deepened the kiss, tilting his head slightly to taste me more fully, I froze. I didn’t know what to do. My lips stayed still and uncertain.
Ezekiel pulled back gently, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly.
“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “what’s th
