Clark didn't move, unwilling to take that final step—the one that would shatter Makena's promises and make them both cross a line they could never uncross.
His breath came unevenly, his fists clenched at his sides as he silently battled the temptation burning inside him.
But three breaths later, Makena made her choice.
Her eyes, trembling with guilt and longing, met his one last time before she took a single step forward—a step that bridged the fragile distance between them.
Her lips met his, soft yet desperate, and in that instant, every vow and boundary she'd sworn to keep dissolved like mist under the sun.
She had become a cheater, but she didn't care anymore.
All that mattered was the heat coursing through her veins, the pounding of her heart, and the taste of the man she had secretly wanted for so long.
"Hmmmm…" Makena moaned softly against his lips.
The kiss was everything she had ever imagined and more.
