"You have to stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?"
"Saying things that make me want to kiss you when I can't."
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As his lips find mine, a turmoil of emotions surges through me—shock, longing, and a confusing mix of exhilaration and uncertainty. My heart races uncontrollably, each beat growing louder and more insistent, as if it might leap from my chest at any moment.
Taken aback, my mind swirls with endless questions but as the kiss deepens, the confusion begins to fade into something softer, a dreamy haze almost. Subconsciously, my lips begin to move with his, surrendering to the moment, as I allow myself to bask in the warmth of his embrace. In my haste to lean into him, I accidentally shift my weight, and the note behind my back slips free. It lands softly at our feet but in that moment, I barely register it, my focus is solely on him.
I can sense a flicker of surprise across his face; his eyes widen slightly before he closes them, leaning in deeper for the kiss. He pulls me closer by the waist, his other hand finding its place gently at the back of my head. His lips brushes against mine with a mix of softness and urgency. Each kiss is deliberate, as if he's savouring every moment.
As the kiss lingers, I can feel the world gradually coming back into focus. Our lips part slowly, and a gentle rush of air fills the space between us. As my eyes flutter open, I find myself locked in his gaze, a blend of vulnerability and comfort washing over me.
The moment feels suspended, like a delicate thread that could break at any moment yet it was somehow gluing us together. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and instinctively begin to step back as the reality of what just happened sinks in. But before I can move away, he tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me in again for another warm embrace, as if to reassure me that this moment is real.
"You're driving me crazy," he whispers and his lips brushes against my ear.
"Caz... this can't happen," I whisper, my voice shaky as I try pulling away while my mind races. However, he simply grips onto me tighter, refusing to let go.
"I don't care anymore," he replies, his voice low and resolute. "I want you. I won't let anything stand in the way of this anymore." His words send a rush of emotions through me, leaving me both conflicted and breathless.
Before I can respond, I hear the door creak open, and instinct kicks in. I grab him by the arm and pull him down, urging him to duck behind the counter with me. In the dim light, I can see his expression shift to one of apprehension. As he looks around, he spots the note that I dropped. With one swift motion, he reaches for it and grabs it without hesitation.
As he begins to read the note, panic rises within me and I try to snatch it back, but he holds it out of my reach, focused on the words before him.
Before I can make another move, muffled voices travel from the door, and a cold wave of dread washes over me. I freeze, as he continues to read the note cautiously, his expression conflicted and shifting as he processes the words.
