My brain is screaming at me to step back.
But my body refuses to listen.
Luca's hand is still resting lightly against my face.
Warm.
Steady.
Dangerous.
"You're impossible," I whisper.
"And yet…"
He tilts his head slightly.
"And yet what?"
I don't finish the sentence.
Instead I grab the front of his hoodie and pull him down.
The kiss is immediate.
Intense.
Nothing like the quick one in his car.
This one feels like weeks of tension finally snapping.
His hands move to my waist instantly, pulling me closer.
My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it.
When we finally break apart, both of us are breathing harder.
"That," he murmurs,
"felt inevitable."