Katelyn’s POV

His kiss was all-consuming, a blur of heat and hunger that stole the air from my lungs.

His mouth moved against mine with maddening certainty, his rhythm already familiar.

I clung to him like I didn’t remember how to let go, fingers curling into his shirt, trying to anchor myself.

Every brush of his lips chipped away at my resolve.

I didn’t know how we’d gotten back here so quickly. Or maybe I did.

Maybe it had been building, simmering between us since the second he ...