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I closed the distance, my lips brushing over hers gently, my fingers threading through her silken hair.

She was better than I imagined.

I deepened the kiss, and she parted her lips, letting me in.

And in that moment, I knew.

I was done for.

Because I never wanted to stop kissing her.

And maybe... I never would.

Chapter 20

Elena

Troy kissed me like I meant something. Like he had always wanted this. Like he had been waiting for the right time to make my toes curl and my heart jump in my chest.

The moment his lips met mine, the world outside the wreckage ceased to exist. The storm, the cold, the fear of being stranded—all of it melted away, leaving just him and how he made me feel.

I hadn’t expected this. Not in my wildest dreams had I imagined Troy Drexler kissing me, his hand gently cradling my face, his body pressing closer.

The weight of the moment overwhelmed me, the heat of it, the absolute fiery intensity. I barely had time to process how his hands moved, gentle but claiming, his lips parting mine, coaxing a response from me that I had never given to anyone before.

The butterflies in my stomach danced wildly, my heart beating fast and hard against my tender ribs.

I had never been kissed before, never touched this way, and now here I was, being practically devoured by one of two people who had spent years ignoring me.

I should have been confused. I should have been thinking about Adrian. About the way he had touched my hair only hours before.

But none of that mattered now.

I pushed everything else away, allowing myself to be in this moment, to feel what it was like to be wanted.

To be desired.

Troy deepened the kiss slowly, his lips moving over mine with a hunger and expertise I didn’t know how to label.

I responded instinctively, my body pressing into his, my fingers twisting in his shit, needing more, despite not even knowing what it was supposed to feel like.

Just when I thought I might drown in the way he kissed me, he finally pulled back, releasing me from the spell he had me under.

He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged and uneven.

One final, sweet kiss—so soft it sent a shiver down my spine—and he backed away fully, studying me, the space between us far too great a distance.

His green eyes were darker now, hazy with something that sent heat rushing through my veins. A fire I wasn’t sure would ever be extinguished. I was so dazed and lost in the moment that I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to put the fire out.

“Was that OK?” he murmured.

My lips were swollen, and my breathing was still shaky.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Then, without thinking, I blurted out, “What about Amanda?”

Troy stiffened at my question, his handsome face twisting into something filled with frustration. I heard they fought a lot, but I didn’t know the ins and outs of his relationship past he had one. I didn’t like kissing him if he was still with her, but I also knew something had to have happened the morning we left because he was moody, and moody wasn’t Troy at all.

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