It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t a kiss of desperation. It was slow, deliberate, his lips molding against hers as though he wanted her to carry the memory home with her. Her breath caught, and when he pulled back just enough to look at her, she realized she was smiling without even meaning to.
Her thoughts ran wild as she stepped into the evening air. Is he into me already? Was that kiss more than just a kiss?
She didn’t tell anyone about what was unfolding between them. Not her friend, not even her professor. This,whatever this was, felt too fragile, too private to risk breaking with careless words. She wanted to keep it close to her chest, to let it bloom in silence.
The next morning, Lena woke with her body still humming from the night before. Every part of her felt tender, as though Dami
