EVE.Silence settled between us. I felt every second like a coin being counted.My mouth went dry. I wanted to tell him a dozen things: that I hated what he did, that I hated how safe I felt here, that I was terrified and furious and grateful all at once. Instead, I breathed slowly, the way he had been teaching me to breathe when panic rose. I closed my fingers around his, the same hand that held my face, and somewhere in the dark place where fear and longing crossed, something soft loosened.He leaned in again. My pulse banged at my throat in time with the heat of his breath.My head told me this was danger; my body, the traitor, answered with need. I pressed forward half an inch, and his mouth closed on mine.The kiss was careful at first, like two people learning how to breathe around one another. It wasn’t greedy. It was patient; it was reverent. Kyrie tasted like garlic and the metal tang of pain and something softer, like warm milk. His hands came down to my hips, steadying me.T
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