Marie’s POV
Slow, careful steps. I didn’t turn around, but I knew where he was. Every part of me was aware of him. And then—he was behind me.
The counter pressed against my stomach, trapping me, and then his body filled the space at my back. His chest, broad and warm, leaned into me, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe right. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
I shivered the moment his chest pressed against me, the heat of him seeping straight through my clothes, into my skin, into my bones. My hands shot out, gripping the counter edge so tightly my knuckles ached, like I needed something to hold on to or I might just melt into him.
The kitchen light above hummed faintly, the clock ticked on the wall, but it all faded when I felt his lips.
A soft kiss. Right on m
