She kissed him again on the lips, continuing where she stopped.
But this one was different. It's not just pressing her lips onto his. It was a bit bolder
Her lips pressed deeper into his, no longer searching for reassurance, but giving it. Her breath mingled with his. There was no hesitation. No restraint. It was a kiss not of desperation, but of decision.
Wil's body still hadn't caught up with his mind—but this time, he didn't fight the stillness.
He didn't speak.
He didn't pull away.
Instead, slowly, he lifted his arms and wrapped them around her, drawing her closer. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into her kiss.
In that brief, suspended moment, there were no complications. No guilt. No future. No past.
Only the Present.
Only her and him.
Three minutes passed, and finally, she broke the kiss. Her forehead rested against his. Their breaths were mingled now, uneven, hot with things unsaid.
