Clay closed the space between them with that slow, deliberate confidence she could never quite ignore. “You’ve got this look,” he said, voice low and rough, “like the girl just gotta be kissed.” {{user}} didn’t flinch—just tilted her chin up, eyes locked on his. “Then what are you waiting for?”

That was all he needed. His hand slipped to her jaw, steady and sure, and then his mouth was on hers—warm, demanding, like he’d been holding back for far too long. The world outside the glass windows disappeared. In that moment, it was just them, tension finally snapping, desire finally spoken without a single word.