They had embraced countless times before, but this time her arms tightened as though anchoring him in place. He felt her breath warm against his neck, a tremor of hesitation threading through her words: “I’m not ready to go back.”
He pressed a hand to her waist, steadying himself. “Then stay,” he replied, voice low and certain.
She pulled back, studying his face, something unreadable in her eyes.
He swallowed hard. “What if we stopped pretending friendship was enough?”
Her lips parted before they curved upward into something softer.
Then she kissed him, slow and certain.
Thoughts?
Love
0
Haha
0
Ugh
0
Wow
0
Sad
0
Mad
0