The unexpected sensation sent a shiver through her body, making her stiffen. That was when she realized…
She was crying.
Greg pressed soft kisses against her damp cheek, his voice a deep whisper against her skin. "Let me take all of your pain, Cammy. If I could bear it for you, I would. I swear, I would."
Her chest ached—not from sadness, but from something else entirely. Something unfamiliar yet intoxicating.
"You're doing just fine, Greg… You're doing fine," she murmured.
Then, as if something inside her had snapped, she grasped his face with a surprising force and crashed her lips onto his, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation, no restraint—only fire.
Cammy devoured his lips, and kissed him fiercely, greedily, as though trying to drown out every painful memory with his taste. She kissed him like she was starved for him. And Greg? He let her. He let her take whatever she needed from him and matched her hunger with his own.
