Trevor held on, kissing her with a desperate, bone-deep intensity, as though if he let go for even a fraction of a second, she might crumble into dust right before his eyes.
The air in the small apartment was thick, charged with an unspoken energy joltimg through them.
But then, the cold weight of reality crashed back into the room. Mia gasped against his lips, her eyes snapping open as clarity returned.
She pulled away, placing her hands firmly but subtly against his chest to create a protective distance.
She didn't look at him; instead, she bowed her head, her neck and ears turning a deep, shameful shade of pink.
"Can we... can we just eat now, please?" Mia whispered.
Her voice was steady, but the tremor in her hands told a different story.
"Yes. We can. I'm so sorry for that... I don't know what came over me," Trevor replied, his voice thick with an apology that felt hollow even to his own ears.
