The room faded away until there was only the feel of his mouth, the weight of his body, and the rising promise of something deeper than desire.
Edward wasn’t just making out with me—he was showing me everything he’d meant when he said this wasn’t just a fling. That this, whatever it became, was built on something stronger.
Trust. Respect. Want.
And in his bed, beneath his careful touch, I began to believe it too.
He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, breathing deeply, inhaling my scent as though it grounded him. His body pressed more firmly against mine, and a slow, deliberate grind followed. I could feel his arousal clearly—hard, hot, and demanding—through the thin fabric separating us. The friction made my breath hitch, a flood of heat pooling low in my belly.
"I want to tak
