Lisa’s POV

It was soft at first. Then deeper. Slower.

Like the world had finally stopped fighting us and, just this once, decided to listen.

His lips were tender, but the kiss wasn't.

It was intense, like something breaking open, spilling out every unspoken thing we’d both shoved down between banter and stolen glances. It was hungry too, like he was claiming space on my soul I didn't know I’d been saving for him.

The tension that had wrapped around my lungs finally loosened as I leaned ...