No Turning Back
Mia's breath hitched as Lorenzo's lips claimed hers, rough and demanding, like he had been holding back for far too long. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her skin, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
She should have been afraid.
But all she felt was heat.
Heat and something deeperâsomething dangerous.
Her fingers tangled in his shirt, her body pressed against the solid wall of his chest as he backed her up against the door. The air between them was thick, charged with a tension that neither of them could deny anymore.
Lorenzo tore his mouth away, his breath ragged. "Tell me to stop."
Mia met his eyes, dark and intense, full of something raw. Something she had never seen in a man before.
"I won't."
A groan rumbled in his chest as he crashed his lips to hers again, this time slower, more deliberateâlike he was trying to memorize her.
His hands slid under her hoodie, fingertips skimming over bare skin, igniting every nerve in her body. She gasped against his mouth, gripping his shoulders to steady herself, but he wasn't letting her go.
No, he was holding on like she was his only tether to this world.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. The door swung open, and they tumbled inside, lips never breaking, hands never stopping.
Mia's back hit the mattress, and before she could catch her breath, Lorenzo was there, hovering over her, his gaze dark with something unspoken.
Something dangerous.
Something possessive.
His fingers traced the side of her face, his touch surprisingly soft. "This isn't just for tonight, Mia."
Her chest tightened. She knew what he was saying.
This wasn't casual. This wasn't something they could pretend never happened.
This was a choice.
A choice to fall.
A choice to step into something neither of them could walk away from.
And despite every warning sign in her head telling her this was a mistake, Mia found herself whispering the only truth that mattered.
"I don't want it to be."
A muscle in Lorenzo's jaw twitched. He let out a low curse before leaning down, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "Then there's no turning back, sweetheart."
And as the night swallowed them whole, Mia knewâ
She didn't want to turn back.
Not now.
Not ever.