APRIL
My lips were still tingling.
Even after we pulled apart—even after his hands lowered gently from my face, like he didn't want to let go—I could feel the imprint of him. Of that kiss. Of everything it meant but neither of us had fully said.
Edward.
He looked at me like I was something precious. Like I'd just handed him the stars wrapped in ribbon. And it was terrifying.
Because somewhere between his steady hands, his quiet promise, and that ridiculously soft "I won't let you down," I felt something shift inside me. Something I hadn't let myself feel in years.
Warmth. Safety. That maybe, just maybe... I didn't have to run from this.
I looked down at our hands still entwined between us. His thumb stroked slow circles over my skin like he wasn't in a rush to break the moment. And
