Rowan's jaw tightened slightly at her words, because of how easily she disarmed him without even realizing it.
"What has gotten into you tonight?" he asked softly, almost to himself, his gaze searching her face as if trying to understand whether it was the wine or simply her heart speaking louder than usual.
"So don't stop me," she said instead, meeting his eyes steadily, and before he could respond, her fingers slid up to his face, brushing gently along his stubble as if memorizing him through touch alone.
Then she leaned in and kissed him, slowly at first, but with a growing confidence that made his breath deepen as the moment shifted between them.
The kiss lingered and deepened, her movements deliberate yet uncertain in places, while Rowan's hands instinctively came to rest around her waist, steadying her as she leaned further into him, his grip firm but careful as though reminding himself to remain in control.
