AMARA'S POV
His lips moved against mine, rough yet desperate, like he had waited too long for this moment. My fingers trembled on his shirt as the kiss deepened. His warmth, his breath, his hands..it was all too much. The sound of my heartbeat drowned everything else.
When we finally pulled away, gasping for air, his forehead rested against mine. His breath was hot against my skin, his chest rising and falling as if he was fighting for control. I could feel the pulse at his neck, strong and steady, grounding me even as everything else inside me spun wildly.
“Gosh, you don’t know what you do to me, Amara,” he muttered, his voice low, almost like a groan.
My heart fluttered. My lips still burned from his touch. For a moment, the world around us disappeared. It was just us…breathing, trem
