Water still clung to her skin, tiny droplets tracing slow paths down her neck and collarbone, disappearing beneath the edge of the towel wrapped around her body—barely holding in place. It clung to her chest and stopped high on her thighs, the damp fabric loose enough to slip if she moved the wrong way.
His breath caught instantly.
His chest tightened so hard it almost hurt.
He couldn’t look away.
Step by step, she walked toward him, unhurried. The quiet sound of her bare feet against the floor only made everything feel louder—his heartbeat, his breathing, the tension filling the room.
Then she stopped right in front of him.
Their eyes met, and something in his chest twisted.
His throat went dry. His body turned rigid, like he had been rooted to the spot. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think—couldn’t do anything except stare at her.
She held his gaze, unflinching.
Then, slowly, she stepped even closer, closing the last bit of distance between them. Her hand lifted and rested lightly against his chest, her fingers warm against him, and the contact sent a sharp, immediate jolt through his body.
He sucked in a quiet breath.
She rose slightly onto her toes, her body tilting toward him as her face lifted. Her lips drew closer to his, inch by inch, until they hovered just a breath away.
He could feel her warmth.
Her breath brushed softly against his skin.
And just like that, he forgot how to breathe.
“Isn’t this our first day as boyfriend and girlfriend?” she whispered, her voice soft, her eyes searching his. “We should kiss.”
Then she closed the distance.
Her lips pressed against his.
His breath hitched sharply as her lips moved against his—soft at first, almost hesitant, as if testing him. But when he didn’t pull away, she grew bolder, leaning closer, her body brushing against his as she pushed him back just enough to throw him off balance.
He stumbled a step, but instead of creating distance, his hand lifted instinctively, sliding to the back of her head and pulling her closer.
That was the moment he lost control.
He kissed her back.
Harder. Deeper.
Their lips moved against each other with growing urgency, the kiss turning messy, heated, all restraint slipping away. The world around them seemed to fade as they moved together without thinking, step by step, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed.
The next second, they fell.
The mattress dipped beneath them as they landed, her beneath him, but neither of them pulled away. Their lips stayed locked, the kiss deepening, growing more intense with every second.
His breathing turned uneven, almost ragged, each inhale harder than the last.
She shifted beneath him, her hands gripping him as she moved, and in one fluid motion, she turned them, climbing over him until she was straddling him. She didn’t give him a moment to recover, her lips finding his again immediately.
The more he tried to catch his breath, the more impossible it became.
Everything blurred—his thoughts, his control, his sense of time.
