For a long heartbeat after their kiss, the world remained still—just the soft thud of their hearts, the faint whisper of the night pressing against the windows. Mya’s breath trembled against Keith’s as she tried to speak, but words didn’t come. She didn’t need them.
Keith brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle, reverent. “You sure?” he asked quietly, voice husky with restraint.
She nodded, her lips curving into a faint smile. “I just… needed to know what it felt like.”
His answering smile was small and genuine. “And?”
Mya exhaled softly, cheeks warm. “Better than I remembered things could feel.”
That made something in his eyes flicker—tenderness mixed with something deeper. Slowly, Keith shifted, one arm looping around her waist as he rose to his knees, scooping he
