SAGE

The kiss shouldn't have happened.

That was my first thought—not shock, not anger, but a sharp, clinical recognition that something had gone off-script.

Adam's mouth was suddenly on mine, warm and insistent, and for a single suspended second my body froze while my mind scrambled to catch up.

My eyes stayed open. I watched his close instead.

There was something almost reverent in the way his lashes brushed his cheeks, the way his brow eased as though this—this—was a relief he hadn't known he was holding his breath for.

The cave's low light caught on the sharp lines of his face, softened them, made him look dangerously human.

Then...