She didn’t say a word—just pulled me closer, slowly, like she’d been waiting for this moment longer than I had. Her fingers brushed my cheek, then lingered at my neck. “You’re not a kid anymore,” she murmured, tracing her nails down my arm. My heart pounded. I should’ve left—but I didn’t. Just when I thought I’d lose control, we heard footsteps in the hallway. She froze. “Go,” she said, her voice sharp this time. “Now.” I slipped out quietly, but the taste of that moment wouldn’t leave me. An...