He kissed her—slow and deep—like he was learning the shape of her soul through the connection of their lips. There was no rush, no hunger, only a profound gentleness that made Carmen's heart tremble. His lips moved against hers with intention, reverence, and something far deeper than desire.
Carmen's breath hitched, her fingers tightening slightly on his arms as she melted into him. Every brush, every pause in the kiss sent soft ripples of warmth through her chest. Her nerves began to ease under the weight of his steady presence.
When they finally parted, just barely, Ethan rested his forehead against hers again, their breaths mingling.
"You feel it too, don't you?" he whispered.
She nodded, eyes fluttering open. "Like we were always meant to find each other… like we've done this before in another life."
His thumb grazed her cheek, eyes locked on hers. "Then let's make this one count."
