MIREYA POV
His lips stayed on mine, slow and deep, making my heart race.
I held onto him, my fingers gripping his shirt, afraid to let go.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing hard.
"Faye…" he said softly, his voice still rough.
I looked at him, my chest rising and falling fast.
"I want you," I whispered, my voice small but honest.
His eyes softened for a second, then darkened again. He brushed his hand over my cheek, gentle this time.
"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured.
I swallowed, my heart pounding.
His lips found mine again, slower now, softer… like he was trying to take his time, not rush it.
I leaned into him, closing my eyes, letting myself feel everything….the warmth, the closeness, the way he held me like I mattered.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, like he didn't want to let me go.
And for that moment…
I didn't think about fear.
I didn't think about danger.
