Elena POV:
As Dean leaned in, his breath warm against my lips, every fiber of my body betrayed me. The logical part of my brain screamed to resist, to push him away, but it was drowned out by the inferno of my heat. When his lips grazed mine, a shiver coursed through me, leaving me powerless to stop myself from leaning closer.
And then he kissed me.
It wasn't hesitant or testing—it was confident, consuming, and utterly maddening. The moment his lips claimed mine, something inside me snapped. My body responded without thought, without restraint. I kissed him back with a hunger I didn't know I possessed, my hands instinctively gripping his shirt as if anchoring myself to him.