Serafina’s POV
When he kissed me, the world did explode.
The kind that feels like warm water around your skin.
His mouth moved slow at first, like he was learning me. Like he did not want to rush something important. My fingers tightened in his shirt, and I felt him smile against my lips.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured softly.
“So are you,” I whispered back.
That made him laugh under his breath, low and warm.
His hand slid from my waist to my neck, not tight, not rough, just enough to hold me still. His thumb brushed under my jaw and tilted my face up a little.
“Look at me,” he said.
I did.
His eyes were not fighting.
He was not thinking of plans.
He was not trying to be in charge.
He just really, really wanted me.
“You’re not running,” he said quietly.
“I’m not.”
“Good.”
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