Adam hadn't expected her to kiss him back.
He hadn't expected it to undo him the way it did—how one soft press of her lips could silence the noise in his head and make every wall he'd built feel pointless.
Now, hours later, he sat on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor like it could give him answers. But all he could see in his mind was her face in the moonlight, the way her eyes had lingered on him before she'd leaned in.
God, the way she'd kissed him.
It wasn't hesitant in the way he expected. It was... deliberate. Like she'd made a choice. And that choice was him.
He ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, trying to convince himself to let it go—to not read into it. But the truth pressed against his ribs like a restless heartbeat: he wanted to feel it again. Wanted her again.
