Warmth.
It curled around me like fog, soft and heavy, and the moment I drifted into it, I knew I wasn't in my bed anymore.
I was back at the bonfire.
Except it wasn't loud. There were no students gawking, no dare ringing through the air like a threat. It was just Elias and me. The shadows danced across his sharp jawline as he leaned in, his eyes darker than night and locked on mine.
"You keep looking at me like that," he murmured, voice low, almost wondering, "I might think you want me to do it again."
And I did.
My heart betrayed me before my mind could argue.
He kissed me, slower this time. Softer. There was no dare pushing us, no pressure. Just heat. His hand moved to my waist, fingers curling there like he'd done it a thousand times. Like he belonged there.
The fire behind him flared.
My lips parted under his, my pulse thudding so loud I swore he could feel it. I let my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, like if I held on, I wouldn't unravel.
