Sophia’s top slid away as Julian’s hands moved with smooth confidence, slipping her shorts down in one graceful motion.

His mouth found her neck, pressing warm, open kisses along her skin. Her back arched in response, and she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as their lips crashed together. The kiss was intense and urgent, as though their survival depended on it.

And in that moment, it truly felt that way.

Neither of them knew when they would see each other again or whether her father would ever accept their relationship. The uncertainty of their future hung heavily over them.

They wanted it all—no losses, no broken...