My eyes filled with tears. "It's not how I want us. I messed up."

Rohan swore and slid over to me. He brushed the pad of his thumb under my lashes.

I ghosted my hands up his biceps, raking his locks back before laying my palm on his cheek. My restraint was a living breathing thing. "Can I...?"

He nodded. Barely a movement.

I brushed my lips against his. "I'm sorry."

Our kiss was slow, exploring, unraveling us only to rebuild us with an ...