Scarlett POV
He turned around.
Instead of relaxing at my invitation, his expression grew more serious.
His deep eyes caught the light, his gaze steady and intent, his lips pressed together.
Everything about him drew me in.
I rose onto my toes and kissed him first.
His lips were as soft and warm as his sweater.
I traced their shape with the tip of my tongue, gently sucking at his lower lip.
He’d wanted answers.
My sudden advances hadn’t put him at ease.
If anything, they gave him a bad feeling about where this was going.
But the tenderness with which I kissed him worked like an anesthetic.
He couldn’t resist sinking into it, opening his mouth to meet mine and kissing me back with twice as much care, as if he wanted to claim every part of me while treating me like something p
