Anna stayed perfectly still, though in the quiet of her mind she had already surrendered. There was no winning against Daniel when he set his will on something—and deep down, she no longer wanted to fight.
She had told herself she could stand toe-to-toe with him, challenge him the way he challenged her. But every time he closed the distance, her heart betrayed her. Her resolve melted like ice in the sun.
'There is no way I can win this one,' she thought, finally making peace with her own resistance.
'After all, it's only a kiss.'
The phone slipped from her fingers, forgotten, and rolled to the side. She reached up and cupped his face.
"If that's what you want," she whispered, her voice steadier than she felt, "then let me grant your wish."
