Livia’s POV
It’s real.
Ford is kissing me.
Not because he thought I was asleep and wouldn’t feel it.
But because he can’t take it anymore.
The triumph in my chest is fleeting, replaced immediately by long-suppressed desire finally bubbling to the surface as his tongue slides into my mouth.
I meet him there, sucking on his tongue. His hands slip to the back of my thighs as his body flattens me against the wall, hoisting me up until my legs are wrapped around him. Moaning, I flex my hips, unsurprised to feel an erection already poking at me from under his jeans.
It’s finally happening.
After weeks of dodging and denial.
Ford is here, ravaging me with his lips as I lose myself into it.
But as I reach between us to try and unzip his jeans, he pulls away. Just enough to press his for
