Now he was gentle. Attentive.
How quickly a man could shift, unraveling the lines between dominance and vulnerability.
Was this a masculine mystery? Or was this uniquely Arnav. A paradox written in the language of heat and longing?
The distance between them began to vanish, bit by bit. Every breath they took seemed to nudge them closer.
When their noses brushed in passing, Raellyn let her eyes flicker briefly to his slightly parted lips before fluttering shut. And then without a second thought, she closed her eyes. Surrendering herself to the collision she knew was coming. Ya, She welcomed the kiss. A warm, damp meeting of mouths that seemed to melt every shred of resistance she might have had. It bloomed across her lips like a sudden summer rain. Soft, wet, consuming.
Raellyn’s finge
