Anya's POV
The moment his lips touched mine, everything else just... disappeared. It felt so good—better than good, actually. It felt right in a way that terrified me and comforted me all at the same time. His lips pressed against mine, warm and soft and achingly familiar, like coming home after being lost for years. The gentle pressure sent a shiver racing down my spine, and my chest ached with something I couldn't even name—longing, maybe, or relief, or just the overwhelming feeling of finally having something I'd been missing without even realizing it.
But he pulled away almost immediately, so quickly that I barely had time to process what was happening. My eyes fluttered open in confusion, my lips still tingling from that brief contact. For a split second, I thought maybe he regrett
