Brandon's POV
Her lips tasted like sunrise — soft, sweet, a little trembling.
For a long time, I didn't think. I didn't want to think. All I could feel was her — her hands clutching my shirt, her heartbeat syncing with mine, her breath against my skin.
Every second our lips moved, it felt like the world was rearranging itself around her. The wind, the sunlight, the imaginary scent of that clung faintly to her — everything melted into that moment.
I had kissed her before, yes. But not like this.
This one was different. It was deeper and even more passionate.
Something inside me was breaking open — every wall I'd built, every reason I told myself to stay away — they all came crashing down as she leaned into me.
Her fingers slid up to my neck, and my hands found the small of her back. She fit so perfectly against me, like she'd been carved to fill that space all along.
Every nerve in my body wanted her closer.
I didn't even realize when I stopped breathing.
