Faye's POV
His lips found mine with unexpected tenderness, a gentle exploration that sent warmth cascading through my veins. The subtle hint of wine on his breath mixed with something distinctly him as his mouth moved against mine with careful patience. His palm settled at my waist, fingers tracing the line of my hip before traveling upward to rest where my heart hammered wildly beneath my ribs.
Every instinct screamed that I should pull away.
I should have recoiled like a cornered animal faced with its hunter.
But instead, I melted into him.
A quiet whimper slipped past my lips before I could catch it. My fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something solid to anchor me as this unfamiliar storm threatened to sweep me away completely.
