INDY
I continued to kiss him gently.
I cupped his jaw with both hands, feeling the slight rasp of stubble beneath my palms, and pressed my lips to his softly.
It had been a while since I had kissed him. The last kiss we shared was filled with so much pain. In fact, this felt like the first time I had kissed him without any hesitation.
He stilled completely beneath my touch. His hands hovered uncertainly at my waist, as though afraid to move and break the moment.
I pulled back to look at him.
His eyes were open, watching me with what I could only describe as a look of love.
That kiss felt like the best one we had ever shared.
I leaned away slowly and returned to my seat properly, adjusting my shirt as I settled back against the leather. I kept my eyes on him for a second longe
