ELLA

Harris takes me by surprise. His hand lands and settles on my waist, pulling me closer. I open my mouth and let him in in a slow, glorious slide.

The kiss is everything and nothing. The gentlest and most comforting.

His other hand gently crawls up my face in a slow caress. His fingers twitch like he’s been waiting too, like he finally sees me. It’s fire and home, this kiss. My heart soars, cracks open, spills everything I’ve buried under layers of sarcasm.

I unravel in his arms, ...