Scarlett's eyes lit up with pure joy. A bright, genuine smile, something Andrew had rarely seen, spread across her face.
"Okay?" she repeated happily.
Before he could react, she cupped his face with both hands and leaned in, pressing her soft lips firmly against his.
Andrew's eyes widened for a split second, but the spinning in his head made everything feel surreal. He didn't pull away. Instead, he instinctively followed the moment, his lips moving clumsily against hers.
The kiss started gentle but quickly deepened. Scarlett's fingers slid into his hair, holding him close as she kissed him with months of suppressed longing. Her lips were warm, sweet from the wine, and full of possessive tenderness.
Andrew's hands hovered uncertainly in the air for a moment before they settled lightly on her waist. He could feel the curve of her body through her dress, the same softness he had noticed during the hug earlier.
