Her eyes were locked on mine, sharp but unsure, and for a second I almost stepped back. Almost. But then my hand brushed her cheek, and she didn’t push me away. God, she didn’t push me away.

Her lips were right there, and I couldn’t stop myself. My chest tightened and every part of me was screaming to close the distance. So I did.

And then my lips touched hers; just soft, barely there, like a permission. I wasn’t sure if she’d let me, if she’d turn her head and leave me ...