Chapter 50 The Letter

• Willow
• He leans in, hesitating for just a heartbeat, his eyes searching mine for permission, and when I tilt my chin slightly, inviting him nearer, he closes the distance between us. His lips brush against mine softly at first, a gentle exploration that sends an exhilarating jolt through me.
• The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as we lose ourselves in each other. He cradles my face in his hand, the other on my hip as he pulls me impossibly closer while my fingers tangle through his hair, pulling him closer still.