REINA
The impact wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t slow.
One second I was laughing, breathless, half-annoyed and half-too-aware of him looming over me, and the next—his weight shifted, the sofa dipped, and his mouth crashed into mine.
Hard.
Everything went quiet.
Not the room. Not the world. Just me.
My body froze like it didn’t know what to do with the sudden pressure of his lips, warm and firm and very real. His breath hitched against my mouth, sharp and surprised, like he hadn’t meant for it to happen either.
We didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t deepen it.
We just… stayed there.
His hands were braced on either side of me, caging me in without actually touching anything else. My palms were flattened against his chest, fingers curled into his shirt like I needed som
