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####***Jax's P.O.V
The kitchen was quiet—too quiet—except for the hum of the refrigerator and the slow drip of the faucet that neither of us had bothered to fix or pay attention. The air smelled of cinnamon and coffee, remnants of the evening's lazy indulgence. She stood by the counter, fingers tracing the rim of her half-empty mug.
I watched her, the way the dim light caught the curve of her neck, the way her shoulders rose and fell with each breath. Oh no, she trembled just by the stirring look I gave to her lovely face.
####***Val's P.O.V
He shouldn't.
But he did.
One step. Then another. The floor didn't creak beneath his weight, but I stiffened anyway, as if I could feel the heat of him before his hands ever touched me.
"You're thinking too loud," he murmured, his voice rough, too rough, like gravel under skin.
I exhaled a laugh, but it trembled. "You can't hear my thoughts."
"No, you know what- I concede" he agreed. His fingers brushing the back of my arm, featherlight, and I shivered. "But I can feel them."
I turned then, slow, deliberate, my eyes meeting his. Dark. Always so dark, like the sky just before a storm. He could drown in them. Maybe he already had.
The space between us was nothing. Less than nothing. A breath. A heartbeat.
And then—
His hand found my waist, pulling me in, and my gasp was lost against his mouth.
The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet. It was fire and hunger and years of unsaid words pressed between lips.
I clutched at his shirt, fingers twisting into the cotton fabric like I was afraid he'd vanish if I let go. Maybe he would. Maybe we both would.
But for now, I was here. He was here crushing his soft pink heart shaped lips on mine.
####**Jax's P..O.V
God, she tasted like forever.
I was flirting. Oh, yes I know. But, this felt like a good sin.
I'm sure Vienna wouldn't like this, but that's the last thing on my mind right now. I went on caressing my newly found beloved.
My other hand slid into her hair, tilting her head back, deepening the kiss until she whimpered, until the sound of it sent heat spiraling low in my gut. I wanted to devour her. Wanted to memorize the way her body arched into mine, the way her breath hitched when my teeth grazed her bottom lip.
Valentina was eluded by this very momment. She was lust in me and before she could realize herself.
She broke away first, panting, her forehead resting against mine. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. Beautiful and chomzy.
"We shouldn't—" she started.
I kissed her again, swallowing the words. Because I knew. I knew all the reasons why we shouldn't. Knew the lines we were crossing, the promises we were breaking.
But right now, in this kitchen, with her body pressed against mine and her heart hammering against my chest, I didn't care.
The world could burn.
As long as I had her like this, l'd let it.
It just felt like I met the right person at the right time and like this moment should last forever.
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