The thunder shook the windows.
Autumn's hair had fallen loose around her shoulders.
Luca lifted his hand slowly.
"Can I?" he asked quietly.
She nodded.
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
His fingers lingered.
The tension snapped.
This kiss was nothing like the first.
It was deeper.
Hungrier.
Weeks of tension breaking at once.
Autumn grabbed his shirt as he pulled her closer.
The storm roared outside.
But inside the room—
The world narrowed to just them.
When they finally separated—
Both of them were breathing harder.
Autumn rested her forehead against his chest.
"You're dangerous," she whispered.
Luca laughed softly.
"You figured that out late."