Lola's POV

Morgan kissed me again. Slower this time. Like he was memorizing the taste of me. His hand tightened in my hair. Not pulling. Just holding me there. Making sure I couldn't pull away. Making sure this was real.

I didn't want to pull away. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. On this bridge where we had ended. Where we were beginning again.

Morgan's mouth moved from my lips to my jaw. Then down to my neck. Soft kisses that made my breath catch. That made my knees weak.

His other ...