“Rob—”
I should stop him.
I know I should.
But I don’t.
I don’t move.
I don’t pull away.
Because when he lifts his head, when those clear, piercing eyes lock onto mine, I forget every single reason I had for keeping my distance.
There’s nothing teasing in his gaze.
Nothing unsure.
Just heat.
Focus.
Want.
And then he kisses me.
Soft at first.
Like he’s giving me time to pull away.
I don’t.
My eyes stay open—because I don’t even think to close them—and I watch him.
Watch the way his lashes lower slightly.
The way his mouth moves against mine like he’s already learned exactly how I like it.
And Gods—I’ve never done this before.
Never just watched someone while they kiss me.
But I can’t look away.
Because Rob?
Rob knows exactly what he’s doing.
The kiss deepens, just a little.
Enough to make my breath catch.
Enough to make something inside me go warm and liquid and dangerous.
I want to forget everything.
Want to forget what he said before.
Want to forget that I swore I wouldn’t fall for him.
