Braelyn's POV
He kissed me for a moment. My brain didn't know how to respond. But his soft lips were already entangled with mine. I didn't know why; maybe it was the vulnerability or the storm. I couldn't move either.
His lips were warm. The only sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator and the quiet storm outside. His kiss wasn't forceful, it was almost hesitant, almost as if he was waiting for me to pull away. Willing to stop at the slightest protest.
He was testing uncharted territories.
Every thought screamed that I should shove him, but my body stayed still, frozen in that thin line between guilt and need. Refusing to listen to the reasons I always chanted like a mantra
His lips didn't linger for long, but that kiss took something I could never regain again. He pulled back, but he didn't move far. His forehead rested lightly against mine, breaths tangled.
"I shouldn't have done that," he muttered, voice low and hoarse. There was no regret in his eyes.
