Just…
Full.
Her hand is still gripping my shirt.
Like she hasn’t decided to let go yet.
I’m not about to be the one to make her.
My hand slides from her hair to her cheek.
Slow.
Careful.
Giving her time to pull away.
She doesn’t.
Her breath catches instead.
“Ace…”
That’s all she says.
But it’s enough.
More than enough.
I lean in.
Slow this time.
Giving her the choice.
Always her choice.
And when her lips meet mine—
It’s different.
Not desperate like before.
Not rushed.
This is deeper.
Softer.
But somehow more intense.
Like everything we didn’t have time to feel before—
Is finally catching up to us.
Her hand slides up my chest, gripping tighter as she presses closer.
And I let her.
