And kisses me like she’s been holding it back for weeks.
Maybe she has.
Maybe we both have.
There’s nothing careful about it.
Nothing hesitant.
It’s heat.
Need.
Relief.
Everything we didn’t say when we thought we might lose each other.
I pull her closer, one hand sliding into her hair, the other wrapping around her waist, anchoring her to me like I’m never letting go.
She breathes my name against my mouth.
“Jase…”
And that’s it.
That’s all it takes.
We move together—slow at first, like we’re memorizing each other—
Then deeper.
Closer.
The world fades.
The fight.
The danger.
The weight of everything we just survived—
Gone.
It’s just us now.
Her hands on me.
My hands on her.
The way she looks at me like I’m not just someone she’s fighting beside—
But someone she’s choosing.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“You’re it for me,” I say quietly.
No hesitation.
