But I couldn’t invent this.
I couldn’t imagine the way she was holding onto me.
Couldn’t make her mouth open under mine or make her pull me closer every time I gave her room to leave.
Whatever the hell this thing between us was, I wasn’t carrying it alone.
That knowledge hit me harder than it had any right to.
Something much more dangerous than relief.
Hope.
Fuck.
I kissed her again before I could think too hard about that.
Ella shifted beneath me and suddenly broke the kiss.
I stopped immediately, even though my entire body screamed at me not to.
Her hand was still gripping my shirt. Mine was still tangled in her hair, and we were both breathing like we’d just fought ten rounds instead of one.
And I f*****g loved it.
For one stupid second, I thought maybe she did too.
Then I
