Page 29 of His Forever

I took another bite of the pie, giving her the space to gather her thoughts. I wasn’t going to push her—not yet, anyway. Butthere was so much between us, so many unresolved things, and at some point, we were going to have to talk about it.

“It’s complicated,” she finally said as she set her fork down and rubbed her temples with one hand. “All of this—us, the past, everything. I didn’t know how to act around you tonight. It felt like everyone was watching us to see what we were going to do.”

“You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” I said, my voice calm. “But you also don’t have to avoid me.”

Brynn finally looked up, her eyes locking with mine. There was something vulnerable in her gaze. Something that told me she wasn’t as sure of herself as she often tried to appear.

“I’m not avoiding you now,” she said softly.

I smiled back and took another sip of whiskey. “No, you’re not.”

As I scanned her face, my gaze caught on a smudge of apple pie just by her lips. I motioned to my own mouth, my voice teasing. “You’ve got a little something, baby.”

Her hand shot up to her face, frantically trying to wipe it away, but all she managed to do was smear it further. I chuckled softly; the sound echoed in the quiet kitchen. “Let me.”

I reached out, my fingers brushing lightly against her skin as I gently wiped the crumb from her face. The moment my fingertips made contact, everything else faded away—the kitchen, the lingering scent of pie, the whiskey in my glass. It was just us, suspended in time.

Her eyes widened slightly, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us. The heat radiated off her skin, igniting something deep within me—a desire that had never really gone away.

Brynn’s breath caught, her eyes locked onto mine, a spark of awareness igniting between us. I could see the way her pupils dilated, the way her lips parted just a little, as if she were about to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“I—” she started, but the sound fell away, replaced by a heavy silence that wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

The world outside faded even further as I leaned in closer, drawn to her in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. I could sense the need radiating off her and it matched my own.

“Brynn,” I murmured.

The way she looked at me, wide-eyed and breathless, made my heart race. All I wanted was to close the remaining space between us and taste the sweetness of the pie still lingering on her lips. I held back, waiting as if she might pull away at any moment.

Instead, she leaned in, just slightly, and that little movement sent a rush of heat through me. “Leo,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Brynn,” I whispered, unable to contain the urgency that surged through me. The moment felt electric. “I’m going to kiss you.” It wasn’t a question, but I wanted to give her the chance to back away if she needed to. I’d respected her space for far too long.

But she didn’t do that. Instead, her eyes turned molten with desire. “Yes,” she whispered, the word hanging in the air like an invitation.

That single word shattered the last of my restraint. I set my glass down, and I leaned in to close the distance between us as our lips finally met. It was like coming home and being struck by lightning all at once. The kiss was fierce and immediate, igniting something deep within me that had been dormant for far too long.

Her lips were soft yet demanding, molding against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. I could taste the sweetness of the apple pie mingling with the warmth of the whiskey on my tongue. It was intoxicating and overwhelming.

I pressed into her, deepening the kiss as I cupped her face with my hands.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and the sound reverberated through me, amplifying the heat pooling in my gut. It felt like a spark igniting a wildfire, spreading and consuming everything in its path. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; all that mattered was her, the taste of her lips intoxicating me.

The world outside faded away, the noise and chaos of our lives dimming into nothingness. It was just us, caught in this moment where nothing else existed. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if trying to merge our bodies into one.

But then, just as quickly as it had started, I felt a flicker of hesitation, a reminder of the complexities between us. I pulled back, our lips brushing softly as I searched her eyes. “Brynn,” I breathed, my heart racing, “are you sure about this?”

She looked up at me, her gaze fierce and unwavering. “I’ve never been surer of anything,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of our hearts.

With that, I leaned in again, capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that spoke of all the unfulfilled promises and buried desires. And this time, I didn’t hold back. The world could wait; for now, it was just us, lost in each other.

Brynn

Kissing Leo was addicting, and I was ready to be a full-blown addict. All I had wanted was a piece of pie when I came into the kitchen, but I had gotten a whole lot more than that.

Leo’s lips on mine, his hands roaming my body, and my heart beating a mile a minute—it was almost too much, but I didn’t want it to stop. Every second felt like a thrilling escape from reality. The taste of apple pie still lingered on my lips, mixing with the warmth of whiskey that radiated from him. I couldn’t believe how easily everything fell into place.

As I pulled back just a fraction, my breaths mingled with his. “Wow,” I whispered, feeling a bit dazed.

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