Stevie-Lou’s POV.

We didn’t stop.

Not after the first time.

Not even after our bodies collapsed against each other, too exhausted to move.

Because the silence between us wasn’t silence at all … it was electric.

His fingers kept finding their way back to my skin.

My mouth kept finding his like I didn’t remember how to breathe without it.

He pulled me on top of him, his hands steady on my hips, guiding me in that slow, aching rhythm that made my body tighten, my heart race, and my soul fall.

The city lights streamed through the windows, brushing over us like something out of a dream. My hair...