Sapphire's teasing words lingered in the air, leaving me flustered and unable to form a coherent response. One moment we were trading barbs and laughter, and the next, we were in my apartment. How had it escalated so quickly?
The door closed behind us with a soft click, and Sapphire's piercing eyes met mine. There was no teasing glint now, no playful smirk just an intensity that sent my thoughts spiraling.
She stepped closer, closing the small gap between us, her presence commanding and yet inexplicably gentle.
"Zaya," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "stop overthinking."
Before I could protest or fumble for an excuse, Sapphire's hands cupped my face, her touch warm and firm. And then she kissed me.
It was like the first time, only now there was no audience, no fleeting moment to brush aside.