Zylan was shocked by what Naomi was doing. Was she actually French-kissing him? He hadn't expected that. The softness of her lips, the way her tongue brushed against his again, urging him to respond—it caught him off guard. For a moment, he froze, completely taken aback by the suddenness of it all.
But then, as her kiss deepened and the warmth of her touch spread across him, his surprise faded, replaced by something more primal. Without hesitation, he kissed her back, matching her newfound intensity with his own. The kiss became more urgent, more desperate, as though they were both seeking something they hadn't realized they were missing.
