“Yeah?”
“I wouldn’t say yes if I didn’t mean it.”
That’s all the reassurance I need.I lift my hand to her cheek slowly, giving her time to change her mind.But she doesn’t.Instead, she leans into the touch.So I close the distance between us.
The kiss is soft and careful.Just the gentle meeting of two people who’ve been circling each other for a while without realizing it.
Her lips are warm and sweet and when we pull back a second later she’s smiling.
“Well,” I say quietly.“That answers that.”
“What?”
“You’re definitely worth waiting for.”
Chapter Eighteen
Something Real
Quinn
There’s a moment after your first kiss with someone where the world feels slightly different.Not dramatically different.The sky doesn’t suddenly explode into fireworks and a romantic soundtrack doesn’t magically appear out of nowhere.
But something shifts.
Like the ground under your feet adjusted just enough that you notice it.That’s exactly what’s happening right now.Damien and I are still sitting on the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the water, but the air between us feels warmer somehow, closer, more aware.
And my brain is still replaying that kiss like it’s trying to understand how something so simple managed to feel so ...right.
“Well,” I say softly.
“Well,” he echoes.
“That just happened.”
“Yes.”