The storm that had been building between us finally broke.
It wasn’t supposed to happen — not like this, not when the world outside our door was burning. But maybe that’s why it did. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the fear, the fire that had been simmering between us since the moment he first looked at me like I was both his sin and his salvation.
Kieth stood there, silent, watching me with those storm-dark eyes. The chaos of the night still clung to him — his sleeves rolled, his tie abandoned, his control hanging by a thread. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve told him to stop. But when he reached out, when his fingers brushed the side of my face, the last of my resistance shattered.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The air between us said everything words couldn’t.
When his lips m
