But those had been loosened the first time I imagined I saw Dixon on the train. Every second from then had led to this moment. If I didn’t trust in myself now, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to.
I exhaled just as his lips touched mine. The kiss was almost chaste, a tentative question rather than the demand another guy might’ve made. Judah was self-assured, but he wasn’t a bully about it. He’d proven that in our conversations on the train, with his agreement to wait on our so-called lessons. I owed it to him to tear away that polite veneer reserved for strangers. We weren’t anymore.
He shifted when I pulled my hands out of my pockets and latched onto his hips, pressing closer as our lips parted and I sucked at his tongue. Concentrating on kissing gave the rest of my body a chance to simme
