Just truth.
“I want to, Sunshine. I really fucking want to.”
My heart slams against my ribs.
This is reckless.
This is fast.
This is exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do.
“You’re going to break my heart,” I say softly.
His expression shifts.
That possessive heat dims—just a fraction—and something vulnerable flickers through.
“I’ll try not to,” he says.
“But you might.”
“Maybe,” he admits.
The honesty wrecks me.
We’re one breath away now.
One inch.
One decision.
“You shouldn’t kiss me,” I whisper.
“Probably not.”
“David—”
He kisses me.
Not tentative.
Not testing.
But not consuming either.
It’s controlled.
Deep.
Like he’s been holding back for days and finally lets himself have just this.
My hands tighten in his shirt.
His hand slides to my waist—warm, firm, steady.
I melt before I can stop myself.
He tastes like coffee and something darker.