Friedrich’s POV
I hold her. She’s close—so close that I can’t let her go now. I can feel her heartbeat drumming against mine, and her easy breathes softly warming the skin on my face. At that moment I'm rooted in one spot, barely unable to think straight. The way she’s looking up at me is everything. Kieran stirs and mumbles something, but like I said…barely unable to focus.
My hand drifts up to her cheek, and she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull back. She just gazes at me, like she’s daring me to keep advancing.
When my lips finally meet hers, it’s slow at first, hesitant. But the spark is instant, and something in both of us gives in. Her fingers slip up into my hair, and I pull her just a bit closer, letting every carefully held back feeling get thrown out the window or as they say, I
