His eyes were locked on mine, dark and deep, like a storm waiting to break. The kitchen light cast soft shadows across his face, making him look even more dangerous, more tempting. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. His hand still lingered near my ear, his fingers warm from where they had touched my skin.
“Lucas,” I whispered. His name slipped out like a secret I hadn’t meant to share. Our lips were so close now, hovering just inches apart. I could feel his breath on my mouth, warm and teasing.
Before I could think, before I could stop myself, my hands moved on their own. I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, soft and thick. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine so lightly, like he was asking for permission. Like he was givi
