Kieran studied my face for a long moment, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt with the intensity of someone defusing a bomb while simultaneously falling in love with it. Finding none, he pulled me closer, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that promised everything I'd never dared hope for—safety, respect, passion, and something deeper that neither of us was quite ready to name, though the dictionary definition probably fell somewhere between "cosmic entanglement" and "supernatural U-Haul lesbians, but make it heteronormative."
His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pausing there with a questioning look that managed to be simultaneously respectful and smoldering—a feat that deserved its own Olympic category. I nodded, my body humming with anticipation like a tuning fork struc
