Hazel’s hands slid from his neck to his shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to anchor herself as the kiss deepened again, slower this time, deliberate, like they were mapping new territory neither had dared explore before.
Anthony’s palm spread wide against the small of her back, pressing her closer until no space remained. The heat of him seeped through her leathers, steady and grounding. He kissed her like a man who’d waited years for permission, reverent at the edges, hungry at the core.
When they parted again, it was only inches. Hazel’s eyes stayed half-lidded, breath mingling with his.
“You’re staying,” she said, it wasn't a question.
Anthony’s forehead rested against hers. “Looks like it.”
A small laugh escaped her, soft, surprised, almost disbelieving. “You’re going to h
