“Can I kiss you?” Rowan asked, his tone as tender as the hand cupping my face.
“Yes,” I whispered, my own hands climbing up his chest to nestle behind his neck.
I felt his other hand drop to the small of my back, bringing me forward as his gentle hand on my face led my lips to his. My fingertips tangled into his hair, and I pressed my upper body into his. My eyes slowly closed as his soft lips glided across mine.
My heart thudded in my ears, a pleasant flush coating my face. A small noise of pleasure climbed up my throat. Rowan seemed to like that noise as he pressed further into me, holding me so close that I should’ve been able to feel his heartbeat.
We pulled away from one another, my forehead resting against his. My eyes opened and we gazed at each other. He licked his lower lip before his lips curled into a genuine smile. I hummed in the back of my throat and returned his smile. I was about to lean back in to kiss him again when a familiar voice sneered behind us.