A King Who Forgot to Breathe
A faint breath of amusement escaped him. "I am composed."
"Liar."
She kissed him slowly.
Carefully.
She took her time. Not driven by want. Each motion intentional - as if tracing his lips would stay with her forever. Yet her hand pushed against his chest, a quiet demand for certainty, as though counting his pulse could slow the rush inside her.
A shiver ran through her fingers, barely noticeable. It showed without needing words. Something inside wavered, just for a second. Stillness followed, but not quite empty.
It began with a whisper - "Sona…" His voice barely broke the silence.
Her voice barely rose above a breath, brushing his mouth as she spoke. Backward she moved, just in time - before her resolve gave way.
A pause, just a flicker, then she gave herself a push ahead.
"Go," Mia whispered with a small smile. "You'll regret it if you don't."
Cassidy glanced over, uneasy. Not so simple when it's your skin on the line
