Chapitre 109: Intense Make-Out

Davian shifted slightly, causing his shoulder to brush against her cheek. Grace tilted her head to look up at him, and found his eyes already fixed on her face. There was something raw in his gaze, something that made her stomach flip and her breath to catch.

"Grace," he called her name like a plea, and his voice was rough with restraint.

"Yes?" She replied softly, her own voice coming barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes. She saw the war he was fighting within himself - the hesitation, the doubt, the need. And then, as if some unseen force pushed him forward, he leaned in.

Her heart felt like it was going to burst as she closed her eyes the very moment his lips found hers. That mere contact was enough for her to completely melt against him. One of her hands moved to rest against his chest as she returned the kiss.