Garry’s widened eyes caught Laura’s attention. She pulled away from the kiss at once. Their gazes met, close enough that everything seemed to blur at the edges. Her lips curved into a smile, but not the playful kind she had worn earlier. This one felt different, quieter, almost reverent.
“You…” she whispered, letting her hand drift downward without finishing the thought.
“Yeah?”
The tension between them thickened, warm and reckless. Garry could no longer rely on logic or anything that resembled common sense. He leaned in toward her, his right hand brushing her cheek, and bowed his head just enough to claim the lips that had stolen his first kiss moments ago.
This was the kiss of someone no longer shy, no longer uncertain. Laura’s eyes flew wide as Garry kissed her with a force she had
