Relief flooded my veins when his lips latched onto mine. I had missed him so much even when we were in the same space.
Every time he turned away from me, every night we slept in separate rooms, I felt the cracks widening. But now, in his arms, the world stilled.
My fingers clutched at his shirt like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning. The taste of smoke lingered on his lips, bitter and sharp, but underneath it was him... the man who burned through me in ways I couldn't deny.
I kissed him harder, pouring every ache, every sleepless night into it. Maybe if I pressed close enough, I could melt the walls he kept putting between us.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. His breathing was ragged, his voice lower, vulnerable in a way he never showed anyone but me.
"Mira…" he whispered, and the sound of my name was like he broken, almost pleading. It twisted something deep inside me.
