Her hand comes up, sliding behind my neck.
She pulls me down.
And kisses me.
Not hesitant.
Not testing.
Certain.
Her lips move against mine, warm and soft and wanting.
My hand tightens slightly in her hair before I catch myself.
My other hand slides to her side, steadying her, keeping her from twisting her leg the wrong way.
She presses closer.
And for a second?—
I let myself get lost in it.
But my brain catches up.
My chest tightens.
Not because I don’t want this.
But because?—
I don’t want it enough.
I pull back.
Not abruptly.
Not cold.
Just enough to break it.
Her lips follow for half a second before she realizes.
Her brows knit slightly.
“Hey…”
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing out slowly.
“You need to sleep,” I murmur.
She searches my face.
Trying to read it.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
