ANNABEL’S POV
I gave in to the kiss, a gentle surrender to the unspoken connection that had been growing between Thomas and me. His touch was tender yet filled with a quiet intensity, his hands finding their place against the small of my back, pulling me closer.
As our lips met, a subtle dance unfolded—one that spoke of shared emotions, of understanding born from the trials we had faced together. His tongue traced the contours of my lips, inviting a deeper connection, and I responded instinctively, parting my lips to welcome him.
The rooftop became a haven, a sanctuary where time seemed to slow. The city below faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of Thomas's touch and the soft whisper of the evening breeze.
His kiss was a balm, a moment of solace in the midst of chaos. Ou
