It was slow, intentional and not rushed. His lips moved against mine with the kind of care that made my stomach flip.

I leaned in.

I didn’t even think, my body just moved on its own.

One hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his suit. His hand slid to the back of my neck, keeping me close.

It wasn’t wild or messy.

It was warm and I felt safe.

When we pulled back, I was still leaning into him, my eyes still closed for half a ...