Adam's P.O.V.
As the kiss deepened, the world outside seemed to fade away, and it was just Jenna and me, lost in each other’s presence. Our hands found their way to each other’s backs, her fingers grabbed my shoulder as my fingers got tangled in her hair, pulling each other even closer, deepening the connection even more.
As we broke the kiss, our foreheads gently rested against one another. I gazed into Jenna’s deep blues, a warm glow of affection washing over me. In that quiet, small kitchen, bathed in the sun’s soft rays, we both knew that our connection was something truly special. And with a soft smile, Jenna whispered to me.
“Adam Miller, I think I’m falling for you.”
Be still, my heart…
While I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, throw her over my shoulder, and drag her back
