Gideons POV
I felt her melt into the kiss, every last bit of tension dissolving out of her as her body softened against mine. Her skin was warm and smooth under my hands, a breathless contrast to the wild chill of the woods we’d left behind.
As the kiss deepened, my pulse began to hammer in my chest. Slowly, deliberately, I shifted my weight, rolling her gently onto her back beneath me. I propped myself up on my forearms, taking care not to place any real weight on her body, and pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. I searched her hazel gaze in the dim firelight, scanning every line of her face for even the faintest shadow of hesitation or fear.
As if reading my mind, her hand reached up, her soft palm cupping the side of my face. Her thumb stroked gently across my cheekbone.
