Alyssa’s POV
The moon hangs high, silver light spilling through the trees, casting shadows that dance around us.
The scent of pine, damp earth, and him fills the air, wrapping around me like a memory I can’t escape. I should stop this.
I should push him away, remind myself of everything he’s done. But the second Levi’s lips crash against mine, every thought vanishes.
His kiss is fire—consuming, urgent, and impossible to resist.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath my palms.
I know this body. It knows me. Every touch, every caress—it’s instinct, a rhythm we’ve always shared. He has always had this power over me, and I hate how easily I give in.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, his heat sinking into my skin. His touch is firm, knowing, like he’s reclaiming something he never truly lost. I gasp into his mouth, my body betraying me.
“What are you doing, Levi?” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky, breathless.
“I miss
