The unspoken feelings lingered in the air around us as I sensed the warmth of his presence close to mine.
In that instant, I caught a glimpse of something different in Frank’s eyes—a fleeting spark of vulnerability, as if my confession had stripped away the final threads of his composure, leaving him exposed and sincere.
Before I could utter a word, he leaned in closer, his hand gently cradling my face in a way that contrasted sharply with the storm brewing inside him.
Then, unexpectedly, his lips met mine in a kiss that was both urgent and intense and nearly knocked the wind out of me, driven not only by passion but by a cascade of emotions and guilt he seemed to release all at once.
I gasped softly into the kiss, my fingers instinctively clutching his freshly changed shirt, pulling h
