FAYE
The moment he finished speaking, something inside me broke. I didn’t wait. I rushed into him, arms wrapping around his neck, my lips crashing against his with a need I hadn’t known I could feel.
He caught me immediately, his hands sliding down my back, pulling me flush against him. The warmth of him—solid and steady—filled me, and I realized I hadn’t been breathing until this moment.
His lips moved over mine with a fierce, almost possessive tenderness, and I clung to him like he was air itself. My fingers tangled in the thick fabric of his shirt, tugging at it, desperate to feel him closer.
When my hands finally reached the buttons, I started undoing them one by one, fumbling slightly, and he didn’t stop me—he let me. Every movement, every brush of skin against skin, made my pulse
