They arrived at Renny's apartment so fast it felt as if they were fleeing some unseen danger.
Renny paused as she drew close, her eyes burning with intent. "Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly.
Myla nodded, not hesitating for even a breath. "I don't care if you're ready or not," she said, voice trembling between want and certainty.
She stepped into him, closing the distance completely. The air between them shifted , heat, tension, and all the unspoken things that had followed them through their time together. When their lips finally met, It was fierce, desperate, like something inside both of them had finally given way.
Renny tried to resist, but instinct took over. In one swift motion, he turned her, pressing her back against the bed. For a moment, everything else, hell, contracts, and destiny disappeared. All that remained was the sound of their breaths and the rhythm of hearts finding each other.
