His velvet obsession
Astrid’s POV
I was playing a dangerous game.
Xavier’s mouth was still on mine, hungry and claiming, his hands gripping my hips like he could fuse us together. I kissed him back with equal heat, threading my fingers through his hair, letting out a soft sound that wasn’t entirely fake. On the surface, I was melting into him. Inside, my mind was spinning like a trapped bird looking for an open window.
If he believes I’m choosing him… if he thinks I’m starting to want this… maybe he’ll slip. Maybe he’ll give me space. A phone. A code. A single moment of trust.