“What…” I barely breathed out, my heart punching my ribs.
But I didn’t pull away.
His lips hovered over mine, teasing the space between us, waiting for me to stop him.
I didn’t.
Jason closed the gap.
His lips brushed mine—soft at first, warm and slow like he was testing me, like he was giving me a chance to push him back.
But I leaned in instead.
That was all he needed.
His hand tightened around my neck, not in a threatening way, but enough to make me feel small—held. He kissed me harder, deeper, like he’d been waiting. Like he’d been holding back for too long.
I gasped against his mouth, and he used that moment to slip his tongue in, pulling me even closer.
My hands found his chest, pressing lightly. Not to stop him—just to feel him. Feel that he was real. Right here. In my room
