Lilac froze at the sound of the familiar name, her pulse stuttering as she turned to him, questions dancing on the tip of her tongue. But before she could speak, Stanley leaned in and kissed her.
It was sudden—urgent. The kind of kiss that didn't ask for permission, only surrender. His mouth claimed hers with a desperation that stole her breath, and before she could think, she was responding just as fiercely.
The car's interior wrapped around them like a secret. Rain drummed softly against the windows, a rhythmic hush that made everything feel more intimate, more unreal. All Lilac could focus on was the heat radiating from Stanley's body, the taste of him, the way his hands cradled her face as if she were something fragile—something worth protecting.
Her fingers slid into his hair, anchoring herself to the moment. His thumb traced her cheekbone, then down along the line of her jaw—his touch reverent, tender, but edged with hunger.
