This time, it wasn’t clumsy or hesitant—it was slow, deliberate, like she’d been thinking about it all morning. Her lips were soft, her breath warm, and she held on to Samantha’s wrist like she wasn’t letting her escape again.

Samantha gasped against her mouth, every nerve lighting up at once. She should have pulled away, she knew she should—but instead, her free hand lifted, clutching at the hem of Addison’s shirt.

The kiss deepened. Addison tilted her head, pressing closer, her ...