Sharon’s POV
The kiss started gently, almost tender. But as the seconds passed, it grew more intense, more passionate. My mind flickered back to the first time we kissed, back when a haze of drugs and bad decisions fueled everything. This time, it was different—no substances clouding our judgment, no blurred edges to soften reality—just us.
I felt Douglas's breath against my skin, hot and ragged, as his hands roamed my back, pulling me closer. His lips were familiar now, yet they still sent that same electric charge through me like they did before. This kiss was purposeful, not an accident. I leaned deeper into it, pressing my body against his, forcing him back until I felt his solid frame meet the wall of his office with a gentle thud.