PRIVACY

Mark's fingers curled around my waist as he pulled me toward him, his grip firm but controlled, like he was still holding back—like he was giving me space to stop him if I wanted to. But stopping was the last thing on my mind.

The moment his lips met mine, the tension between us snapped, unravelling instantly.

The kiss wasn't careful. It wasn't hesitant. It was raw, hungry, fueled by every moment of restraint we had forced upon ourselves since yesterday morning.

Mark's hand slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he tilted my head, deepening the kiss with an urgency that made my pulse stutter. His other hand stayed at my waist, pulling me flush against him as if he needed me closer, as if there was still too much space between us.

A soft sound escaped me, and that was all it took…