Sophia’s POV

My chest keeps swelling, fists tightening behind him. His eyes hold mine with uncertainty. But in his gaze is a look I’m seeing for the first time—pure, sincere desire. Not the one where his eyes darken with something I can never name.

Without thinking, I press my lips on his.

And everything stands still.

No movement. Just the feel of gloss and soft, warm lips parted slightly against mine.

Sensations crawl in my stomach.

I release a sigh, pressing my bottom lip between ...