I wasn’t expecting her to push me like that.

Not with force — no, not {{user}}. It was soft, almost playful. Her hands pressed against my chest, guiding me back until the backs of my thighs hit the table. And then… she eased me down with that same sweetness she always had in her touch.

I let myself fall into it, into her. The cool surface against my back barely registered — all I could feel was her. The way her hands lingered. The way her body hovered just close enough to tease.

I let my head fall back over the edge, hair spilling down like a damn drama scene, but all I could do was laugh breathlessly.

“Seriously?” I murmured, lips curving. “You’re gonna take me out like this? In the middle of the kitchen?”

But I didn’t move. Didn’t fight it. I just looked up at her, completely under her spell, letting her take the lead — like I always do when she gets like this.

God, she was beautiful when she was bold.