Tiya's POV:
The kiss ended too soon.
Or maybe it lasted exactly as long as it needed to—for now. I was breathless, my head spinning, and my hands still tangled in his shirt like they had nowhere else to go.
We stood there in that slow silence, both of us breathing just a little heavier, eyes locked like the air between us still hadn’t settled.
Ryker looked at me like he wanted to speak, like he had a hundred things to say.
So I didn’t let him.
I leaned in, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him back to me.
His mouth found mine again, and this time I kissed him first.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was me—fierce and starved and completely out of my depth. I didn’t know how to want someone without destroying them, but Ryker didn’t pull away.
He leaned into it. Matched
