Chapter 3: Wild Hearts
The morning sun spilled golden light through the window, casting a warm glow over Nova and Bea tangled in the sheets. But the softness of the moment couldn't dull the fire still burning between them.
Nova traced lazy circles on Bea's bare shoulder, her touch teasing and tender all at once. "You're still mine," she whispered, lips brushing against Bea's skin.
Bea smiled sleepily, eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. "You're not giving me a choice."
They laughed, the sound rich and free—two wild hearts finally beating in sync.
Outside, the city stirred awake, but inside their world, time bent to their rhythm. Nova pulled Bea closer, fingers threading through her hair.
"We're going to need more than stolen moments, Bea. I want everything — the loud, the quiet, the messy," Nova said, voice thick with promise.
Bea's eyes softened, vulnerability mixing with desire. "Then let's make it ours — every part."
They kissed again, slow and sweet, a promise wrapped in heat and hope.