Chapter 70

hapter 70.

Been thinking about you,” I said my voice low. “All week.”

Her pupils darkened. She swallowed.

“Didn’t text back.” I added, thumb tracing her lower lip now. “Though maybe you’d changed your mind.”

“I didn’t,” she whispered. She was even barely audible:

That was all I needed.

leaned in, mouth brushing hers, slowly at first, as if wanting to test her. She hesitated for half a second, then opened for me. The kiss deepened fast-hungry and urgent, like she’d been holding it back too. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer. I backed her toward the couch, hands sliding under her sweater, finding warm skin.