Daphne’s POV
“Daphne,” he says, his voice hollow and shaking as he slowly moves closer, confusion written all over his face. His eyes search mine, desperate for clarity. “Do you really love me?”
“Yes, I do, and—”
Before I can finish, his lips crash onto mine. My eyes widen at the sudden kiss, but then I melt into it, closing my eyes as I kiss him back. There’s hunger in the way his mouth moves against mine, a hunger that tells me he’s been holding back for too long. He lifts me effortlessly, one hand cradling the back of my head with care. Our tongues tangle, our moans filling the living room, the air between us thick with longing.
“Wait,” I gasp, breaking the kiss. His eyes darken, filled with frustration and desire, like a child being denied his favorite candy. The heat in them only
