Maya's POV
He crossed the room and stopped in front of me.
Close. The specific close that had its own gravity.
He looked at me the way he did when he was making sure. Not doubting. Just the particular care of a man who'd learned the cost of moving too fast in the wrong direction.
"You're certain," he said.
"I said," I know what I'm asking."
"That's not the same as certain."
"Luca," I held his gaze. "I've been certain for longer than I've admitted. Tonight just made me tired of waiting for the right moment." I paused. "There isn't the right moment. There's just this one."
He looked at me for one more second.
Then he kissed me.
Not like the kitchen kisses. Not the quick decisive ones or the ones that started as something else. This was unhurried and specific and entirely his. I fel
