Mild R-18
Happy New year
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Melina didn't pull away. She stayed right there on his lap, her arms slowly sliding around his neck as the kiss deepened—still gentle, still warm, but full of intent.
Mike's mind went blank for a moment. All his thoughts scattered as he felt her warmth, her closeness. Before he even realized it, his hands moved on their own, resting at her waist. She was soft, real, and close enough that he could feel her steady breathing.
He didn't know where the courage came from—maybe it was her, maybe it was the moment—but he stopped thinking and simply responded. He kissed her back, not teasing, not testing… just simply kissing back.
After a moment the kiss broke, as she still sat on his lap smiling.
Melina smiled against his lips, clearly pleased, and leaned her forehead against his.
"So," she murmured softly, her voice calm and certain, "do you believe me now?"
Mike exhaled slowly, his arms still around her.
"…Yeah," he admitted. "I think I do."
