Before I could move an inch, I felt a hand around my waist, instantly pulling me away.
My body was glued to a strong, firm body—Mr Grey. His nose mask was down, but just on one side, preventing the priest from seeing his face.
His lips slowly captured mine, and for a second, everything inside me stilled—like the world itself had paused just to watch.
The kiss wasn't rushed. It was slow, deliberate… like he knew exactly what he was doing. His lips moved gently against mine, soft as candy, carrying a faint taste of strawberries.
My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if it couldn't keep up with the sudden rush of emotions. Heat spread through me, starting from where our lips met and traveling down to the tips of my fingers.
I didn't even realize when my hands found him, gripping onto him as though I needed something to hold onto— by legs were becoming unstable.
