She tugged gently at the collar of his shirt, guiding him toward her. Ezra's resistance faltered when he looked into her eyes… those once-dulled pupils now dilated, brimming with heat and unmistakable desire.
The fragile girl was gone. In her place was the woman who only ever burned for him.
As if pulled by gravity, their lips collided… hot, fierce, and full of everything unsaid. His hands cupped her face with care, but the kiss was anything but gentle. It was hunger and pain and longing, all tangled into one desperate moment.
She moaned softly against his mouth, fingers clutching at his shirt like she needed him closer, deeper, now. Ezra responded in kind, letting his control unravel just enough to match her urgency.
For now, it wasn't about consequences. It wasn't about the trauma or the video or the world waiting outside that hospital room.
It was just them.
