(Isla)
I held his gaze for a moment, then moved first.
I turned onto my side and put my hand on his chest. Warm skin. Slow breath. Real. He stayed still and let me come to him, like he understood that some things mattered more when they were chosen.
I leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn't a teasing kiss. Not shy either. Just honest. My mouth on his, my hand sliding up his neck, his hand coming to my waist like it belonged there. He kissed me back at once, and there was nothing rushed in it. Nothing held back either.
I drew back just enough to look at him.
"I meant what I said earlier," I said.
His hand moved along my side. "I know."
"I've been thinking about it all day."
A small change came over his face at that, and I liked knowing I could still do that to him.
"Isla."
Just my na
