FREYA CARTER
For a moment after he kissed me, the world felt oddly quiet. Like everything around us had paused. The movie was still playing on the screen, some overly dramatic scene unfolding between two fictional lovers, but I barely heard any of it.
All I could focus on was Rowan’s face so close to mine.
His breath warm against my lips. The words he had just said.
You’re very wrong about that.
My heart was beating faster than it should have been. Which was exactly why I moved away. Just a little. Not dramatically. Just enough to create some space between us. But Rowan noticed immediately.
The moment I leaned back, his hand slid behind my neck gently and he leaned forward again, chasing my lips like he wasn’t quite done yet. His eyes were hooded as chased my lips.
I pressed my pa
