[Lavinia's POV — Continuation — Lavinia's Office]
I stayed close to Osric's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing beneath my ear. His fingers traced lazy circles along my hands, each touch gentle enough to melt the air around us. We didn't speak—words would've only shattered the fragile peace his warmth had built.
My heart wasn't just beating; it was thundering. When he tilted my chin upward again, his eyes were darker, filled with something that made it hard to breathe.
"Again?" I whispered.
He didn't answer. Instead, he took my hand and pressed it to his chest. "We had a huge fight, Lavi," he murmured. "A mere kiss won't be enough to calm me."
Before I could form a reply, his lips met mine again—not softly this time, but with deliberate intent. The kiss was hungry, searching, and desperate in the way only forgiveness and longing could be. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing along my cheek, tender at first, then firmer—grounding me and unraveling me all at once.
