The moment he stepped closer, she knew she was in trouble.
Not the kind you run from—but the kind you secretly crave.
“Say something,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.
He smiled, slow and knowing. “What’s left to say?”
Her heart raced as he closed the distance between them. Every step he took made it harder for her to think, harder to breathe. There was something in his eyes—something that pulled her in without asking permission.
“You should stop,” she said softly, though her feet refused to move.
“Do you want me to?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.
She hesitated… then shook her head.
That was all it took.
His hand gently brushed against her cheek, warm and certain, sending a wave of shivers down her spine. She tried to stay calm, but her pulse betrayed her, beating faster with every second he stayed close.
And then—his lips met hers.
The kiss was soft at first, almost careful. But it didn’t stay that way for long. It deepened, filled with unspoken feelings and a growing intensity she couldn’t control. Her hands instinctively moved closer, holding onto him as if the moment might slip away.
Everything around them faded—the noise, the world, the doubts.
“You make me lose control,” she murmured between breaths.
He rested his forehead against hers, smiling slightly. “Maybe that’s exactly what we both want.”
She didn’t argue.
Because in that moment, lost in his presence and the fire between them, control was the last thing on her mind—and maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want it back.