And he’s…. He’s kissing me. Nolan is kissing me. He pulls back, swiping his thumbs over my cheeks, cupping my face so gently, it’s like he’s afraid if he changes the pressure even the slightest bit, I’ll shatter, and his gentle touch is the only thing keeping me together now that he’s finally broken me. Like he was always going to break me. I knew it. He knew it. And yet we risked it all anyway.
