Like grabbing hold of fate before it slipped through your fingers.
My pulse hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Adrenaline. Relief. Possession. Fire.
She wasn’t some random girl at a bar.
She was the moment.
And I knew, with terrifying certainty?—
If I let go right now?
I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
So I didn’t.
I kissed her like I meant to keep her.
And when we finally broke apart, foreheads touching, both breathing like we’d run a mile?—
She smiled.
Slow.
Dangerous.
Like she’d won too.
Her lips were still pink and swollen when we broke apart.
Breathing hard.
Foreheads touching.
My hands still at her waist like if I let go she might evaporate.
But the fire in her eyes?
Still there.
Not soft.
Not dreamy.
Sharp.
Demanding.
“Why didn’t you come back?” she asked.
Not playful.
Not teasing.
Accusing.
My brow furrowed. “What?”
