Grace fell into his arms without warning. His body was warm, carrying that clean, crisp scent she had come to know. His hand pressed gently against her back, wrapping around her waist, holding her tight—like he wanted to melt her into him.
She didn’t resist. There was something about the way he held her, the flood of security it brought, though her heart was thudding so fast it might burst.
“What’s with you all of a sudden?” she asked, breathless.
Raphael didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head slightly, his hand sliding up to the nape of her neck—firm, but gentle—before pressing a kiss to her temple.
It was a kiss filled with tenderness, with care, with something almost cautious.
Grace gripped the fabric of his shirt tighter, a blush rising fast to her ears. Wherever she turned
