Ella’s breath stutters. Her fingers curl into her lap, her heart pounding against her ribs. She should resist. She should fight the urge clawing inside her. But he’s right there, looking at her like he’s daring her to do something about it
Her gaze drops to his lips before she can stop herself. Heat crawls up her spine. The need, the hunger, the sheer greed inside her—it’s too much
And then she breaks
Before she can second-guess herself, she leans in, her lips pressing against his cheek—soft, warm, lingering for a second too long. A silent apology. A confession she isn’t ready to say out loud
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