[Leif's Chamber—Night—Continuation]
His lips pressed against mine again, slower this time, deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize every line, every gasp, every heartbeat, every tremor that I didn't know I could make. My hands fisted against his chest, trembling, desperate to anchor myself to reality while a storm of something I couldn't name raged inside me.
"Leif…" His voice was low and rough, a dangerous whisper brushing my lips between words. "Stay with me."
Then, almost effortlessly, he wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me slightly, pressing me closer. My legs dangled uselessly, and my chest hammered so fast I was certain my heart might escape my ribs.
It was wrong. I knew it. Kissing him like this… giving in like this… it wasn't supposed to happen. It's against the script. He was confused. I was confused. Everything was a tangle of "should," "couldn't," and "maybe I shouldn't."
