Chapter 52

Maeve’s POV

His mouth found mine again, but this time there was no questioning—only a hungry, possessive intent.

The air felt heavy, charged with the kind of electricity that only comes when years of unspoken longing finally snap. When I told him not to stop, the last of his hesitation vanished.

There was no going back to the way we were ten minutes ago—not after the words in that journal had been