~CELINE POV~
I clung to him, my hands tangling in his hair, as if afraid he'd disappear if I let go. He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"I've wanted this since the moment I saw you," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "But I didn't want to push. I didn't want to scare you away."
"You didn't," I murmured, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But I was scared of myself. Of what I felt."
He smiled, a sad, tender expression that made my heart ache. "We're both scared," he admitted. "But maybe... maybe it's worth it."
His words were like a spark, igniting a fire that had been smoking for far too long. I pressed myself against him, my body molding to his as if seeking to erase the distance between us.
He groaned, his hands sliding down my back, pulli
