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~Bella's POV
I leaned in slowly, not rushing, not even fully sure what I was doing until I was right there, inches away from his face. My heart was beating fast, but not from fear—just from feeling too much.
And then… I kissed him.
It wasn't wild. It wasn't fast. It was soft. So soft. Like a feather brushing across warm skin. Like a secret shared between hearts.
His lips were warm, still, but gentle. He didn't pull me in roughly. He didn't try to take over the moment. He just kissed me back, tenderly, carefully, like he knew how fragile this was. Like he'd been waiting for it, too.
I closed my eyes, letting the moment wrap around me like a warm blanket. It felt safe. It felt right. It felt… honest. Everything around us seemed to blur, like the world had faded into the background, leaving only the two of us. His presence enveloped me, like a shield from everything I had been through.