Richie kissed Leah again, this time deeper and slower. His lips moved softly against hers, like he was taking his time to savor every second. Leah felt a shiver run through her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, and she felt safe there, like nothing could break them apart.

Richie pulled back just a little, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "Are you sure about this, babe?"

Leah's eyes met his, her heart racing. She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, Richie. Please,” she whispered.

Richie smiled, his eyes softening as he cupped her face in...