Roland’s breath caught.
Her face was close. Too close. He could smell the salt of her tears and feel the heat of her pain still radiating between them.
His hand, large and calloused, hung just beside her cheek. He was not sure if he was allowed to close that space.
Leah took a shaky breath as their lips met. The space between them evaporated like mist.
She didn’t know what was going on anymore. She wasn’t in control of her actions anymore. She just let her body move on its own accord.
Roland didn’t rush. He looked at her for one long moment, asking with his eyes, his heart in his throat. When she didn’t pull away, when her lashes fluttered and her fingers subtly clutched the front of his shirt, he leaned in.
Then, softly, Roland kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. It was
