Kyle’s lips hovered over Tyra, brushing in soft. Tyra’s fingers clutched the fabric of his uniform, needing something solid to hold onto as her legs threatened to give out beneath her.

The cool steel and glass of the gallery seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of her pulse and the heat of Kyle’s body pressed against hers.

“Say it,” Kyle whispered, his lips wavering across her mouth. “Tell me you want this… and here.”

Her chest rose and fell in a shaky rhythm. She ...