~HAZEL~

I pressed closer, molding my body against the hardness of his until there was no space left for doubt.

My fingers slid into his hair—thick, slightly damp—and I tugged, angling his head down so I could take more.

I kissed him like I was starving. Like I'd been waiting years for permission I never thought I'd get.

A low sound rumbled in his throat—half groan, half warning. His hands hovered at my waist, fingers flexing, not quite touching, as though he still couldn't ...