For a moment, Ava hesitated. But the warmth of his lips, the sincerity in his touch, melted her defenses. She gave in, her hands slowly finding their way around his neck as she kissed him back. It felt different this time—no longer laced with anger, no longer tainted with doubt. This kiss felt like a healing, a promise, and in that moment, she allowed herself to surrender to it.
As their lips moved in sync, Ava felt the weight of her emotions slowly lift. She felt alive again, as if the pieces of her fractured heart were slowly coming together. Cameron's hands cradled her face, his touch gentle, as if he was afraid she would break.
As the kiss deepened, Cameron's hands roamed from her waist to her soft mounds, gently pressing, drawing a soft moan from her lips. Ava's grip tightened around his neck, her body responding to the desires she had tried to bury for so long. His touch awakened something in her, something she had almost forgotten.
