Jojo’s P.O.V.
The moon hung low, casting a gentle silver glow over the backyard porch. The night air was warm, and the faint hum of crickets set a lazy, comforting rhythm. I leaned my back against the railing, my eyes fluttering closed as Raven's lips brushed against mine once more. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer, the tension between us mounting like a slow-burning fire. I melted into him, our kisses only deepening, breaths hitching. Raven's fingers traced up my spine, sending shivers through my entire body. Every cell in my being was on high alert, screaming for more, but somewhere in the recesses of my mind, a tiny, responsible voice was clearing its throat.
Lucy.
My eyes snapped open. I gently pulled back, gasping slightly.
“Raven, we can’t do this. Lucy is asleep ups
