Chapter 27

• My toes curled beneath the sheets as Theron’s tongue moved over mine with deliberate tenderness. There was no urgency in the kiss only slow, purposeful exploration, as if he were memorizing every inch of me with soft, languid strokes. When he finally pulled away, I was left gasping, my breath caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.
• He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, tasting the remnants of our kiss like it was the last drop of something sacred.
• “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a gravel-soft whisper as he rose from the bed. I blinked, confused, watching him stroll toward the door like we hadn’t just shared something that made the room spin.