Fawn's POV
Because he dipped his head, closing that last inch between us, and his mouth found mine.
The first kiss in the hospital had been different; all shock and adrenaline and pent-up everything. This one landed slower… but it hit just as hard.
I made a small sound without meaning to, something caught between a sigh and a whimper. His fingers tightened.
He angled his head, deepening the kiss. Not careful now. Hungry. His tongue slid against mine and heat shot straight through me, sharp and overwhelming. My free hand fisted in the sheet, then changed its mind and caught his shoulder instead, palm sliding over skin and muscle and heat.
I wanted closer. Stupid and reckless. I wanted to climb into him and forget which of us had almost died.
He solved the distance problem for both of
