My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. The simple act of him licking his spoon looked… wrong. Or maybe too right. My stomach twisted with guilt as I realized how my thoughts were shifting, how my eyes were glued to his mouth like I couldn’t tear them away.

His lips were soft, full, and pink, and the way they moved made my imagination run wild. Without meaning to, I pictured them against mine, warm and firm, stealing my breath the way he was already stealing my sanity. Heat spread across ...