#Chapter 41- Feeling

Cora His hands braced on either side of my shoulders. His eyes searched mine, not for permission—he’d already read the answer in every glance I gave him—but for confirmation that this was real. That I wanted this as much as he did. I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I’m not running this time,” I whispered. That was all it took. His mouth found mine again, deeper now, laced with something fierce and aching. My hands fisted in his shirt as he pulled me into him, our bodies aligning like two halves of something finally falling into place. Clothes came off between kisses and hushed gasps, scattered like confessions across the hallway floor. He guided me to the bedroom and I nearly stumbled after him my haste, made clumsy by my desire. When we fell into the bed, it wasn’t rushed or reckless; it was deliberate. Every kiss, every touch felt like a question and an answer all at once. His hands moved over me like he was memorizing everything he’d on