As soon as their eyes met, it was like a spark ignited in the air—hot, electric, and undeniable. In a heartbeat, their lips crashed together, a clash of longing and passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Days of silence, of stubborn distance and hidden emotions, had taken their toll and now, they burned for each other.
But Becca had something to say, something important. She broke the kiss, gently placing her hand over Dean’s mouth as he tried to continue.
“I have to say something,” she murmured, her breath shaky, her heart racing.
“We’ll talk later, Becca,” he said huskily, removing her hand with a firm gentleness. His voice was low, roughened by restraint and raw need. He was done talking, done holding back. He had missed her more than he’d ever admitted
