Georgia's POV
When his lips touched mine, the whole world just… stopped. I forgot how to breathe. My heart tripped over itself, and instinct took over before reason could even blink. My eyes fluttered shut, and I found myself kissing him back.
It was slow at first—soft, tender, almost hesitant—like he was afraid I might push him away. But when I didn't… when I leaned in and kissed him back, that was it. Something in him snapped. His arms tightened around me, his lips grew more desperate, and suddenly, I wasn't just being kissed—I was remembering.
God, it felt right.
Our lips moved together like they'd done this a thousand times before. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness—just instinct, muscle memory, and emotion. His tongue brushed mine, and instead of pulling away, I leaned in closer. My fingers curled around his shirt, clutching it like I needed to hold on to something solid or I'd float away.
