Slowly, methodically, Jayden deepened the sweet, intoxicating press of his lips against Sarah's. He kept his eyes tightly closed, savoring every fleeting second as if time itself had ground to a halt inside the quiet sanctuary of the dimly lit main bedroom. The warm, rhythmic whisper of his breath caressed the tender skin just beneath her nose, carrying with it a profound, undeniable heat that radiated straight to her core.
His lips moved with painstaking deliberation—soft, deliberate, and extraordinarily gentle. A subtle crease gathered between Jayden's dark brows, but it was not born of tension, frustration, or the lingering venom of his confrontation with Keith. Rather, it was drawn from a sudden, overwhelming wave of sweetness—a pure, aching affection so unexpected and potent that it rendered him entirely speechless.
