Ashley's lips parted as if to speak, but Ross stepped forward before she could.
His hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The touch sent a shiver down her spine.
And then, without another word, he kissed her.
"Hmmmm…" Ashley's muffled sound broke through the silence as her hands came up to his chest, gripping his shirt.
The kiss deepened, slow at first, then hungry—filled with the longing and guilt they had both carried for weeks.
When Ross pulled her closer, she didn't resist.
The door closed behind them, shutting out the cold, desolate world.
From that night onward, they found each other again and again—every night, without fail.
It wasn't just about lust anymore.
It was survival, connection, the need to feel human in a world that had forgotten what that meant.
Their bodies fit together like they had been made for one another.
