I told myself it was just physical. Just chemistry. Just... anything but what it actually was.
They made it three steps into the bedroom before control shattered.
Kairos's mouth found hers again, hungry and demanding. And Elara met him with equal desperation, her hands already pulling at his shirt, needing skin, needing proof, needing him.
"Wait—" he started, but she silenced him with her mouth.
"Don't wait. Don't think. Just—" She couldn't finish. Couldn't articulate the need coursing through her.
She needed to feel wanted. Needed to know that despite Isabella's words, despite her stretch marks and softness and imperfections, she was still desired. Still chosen.
His hands tangled in her hair, angling her head exactly where he wanted it. The kiss turned fierce. Possessive. A battle for dominance that neither was willing to lose.
