Cedric
Gwen swallowed.
“I like you too,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Something warm and careful bloomed in my chest. I lifted both hands and gently cradled her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. Then I leaned in and kissed her.
This kiss was different from every one that had come before.
It was slow. Deep. Full of everything I hadn’t known how to say until now. Gwen kissed me back just as softly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt. We stayed like that for a long time, mouths moving together, breathing each other in.
Eventually I guided us down until we were lying on the couch, her body half on top of mine. The kisses never stopped. Every now and then we would pull apart just enough to look at each other — quiet little stares filled with wond
