Wh–what?!
Lorraine's breath caught as fire bloomed low in her belly. She reached up to push him away by the arm, but he didn't budge. His mouth found hers again, slower this time. A kiss that wasn't hungry or demanding, just unbearably tender. He drank her in like he was parched. Like he didn't know if he'd ever get to taste her again.
Her hands dropped to her sides.
And she stood there, heart thundering, while the man who had never once confessed how he truly felt, kissed her like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
Her cheeks flamed. Her chest rose and fell. Not from shock. Not from shame.
From him.
But… No. She couldn't let herself believe it. Not now. Not after everything. She didn't want to fall for something he'd forget by morning.
