It was a kind of kiss that spoke of sleepless nights and too many things left unsaid. His hand trembled slightly against her cheek, as though even now he feared she might pull away.
Her first instinct was to resist, to remind herself of every betrayal, every unanswered question, but the moment his mouth moved against hers, the fight bled out of her limbs. Her chest ached with the force of it, the contradiction of wanting him and wanting to be free of him all at once.
Finally, he pulled back, his lips leaving hers. His eyes opened, and when their gazes met, his expression was raw and unguarded.
