He kissed her.
Laz freaking kissed her.
Four years had passed since the last time his lips had met hers—on her lips, at least. He had kissed other parts of her, sure, but this?
It felt electric, unexpected, and deeply intimate. Her lips still burned, the sensation lingering, making her crave more.
She hadn't even known he had a tongue ring. He wasn't the type to flaunt jewelry, despite having multiple piercings. Maybe he liked the pain of getting them, which was a little... unhinged.
"Who are you talking to?" Laurel's voice broke her thoughts.
Laz smirked, the moonlight catching in his dark hair, giving him an ethereal glow. "Oh, just my future girlfriend."
Her heart did a somersault.
"Frida?" Laurel's squeal of excitement came through the speaker, and Frida flushed.
"Hey, Laurel," she said, her voice quiet.
"Come closer," Laz said, his tone low and commanding.
