My lips met his in an agonizingly slow kiss that smashed my heart to pieces. It was so soft, so unlike any of the other kisses we’d ever shared, it stole my breath. An ache tightened across my chest. This kiss wasn’t about taking what he wanted. It wasn’t about dominance or control. There were unspoken feelings in that kiss that wrapped around my heart, pulling me into him, whispering secrets neither of us would voice. When the police stormed the building and dragged him from my arms, neither of us said a word. That kiss had already said it all.
