Ross's hand found her waist under the blanket, fingers brushing the fabric of her shirt, and she let out a shaky breath into his mouth.
She should've stopped him. Should've told him this was going too far.
That she had someone waiting for her outside.
But the truth?
In this moment, under this blanket, the outside world didn't exist.
There were no boyfriends.
No past.
No consequences.
Just the dizzying warmth of Ross's lips and the tingling path of his hand along her waist.
Just the pounding of her heart and the sweet, unbearable pressure between them.
She felt his forehead rest lightly against hers as he finally pulled back, both of them breathless.
He didn't say anything. Neither did she.
Their eyes met in the dim, quiet space between the sheets.
And for a moment, neither of them needed words.
Everything was already understood.
Ross looked down and paused, momentarily awestruck by the sight before him.
