Slowly, his gaze flicks from my eyes to my mouth and my heart trips over itself. It’s like gravity changes, pulling me closer without asking if I’m ready for it.
If it was anyone else, I’d contemplate if this is transactional. Maybe I feel this way because he helped me and maybe he’s looking at me like this for a reward. But with him, it’s different. I can’t tell if it’s because I want to kiss him so bad I can’t think straight. Or because I want to trace his chest and hear him whimper in my ears.
Before my brain can tell me this is a terrible idea, I lean in, bridging the gap, and catch his lips with mine. I kiss him slowly, tasting the faint wine in his tongue and he’s completely in sync. He moves immediately, and he scoops me up onto his lap, shoving the pillow out of the way.
I grip
