Twenty-nine

Santo froze, his jaw hanging low as he stared at sunny. The shock of her own actions was evident in her eyes, but she shook it away and smiled softly instead, their faces seconds apart.

“I’m sorry you had to face that all by yourself” sunny whispered his fingers softly stroking his face “but you’re not alone anymore” she said watching as Santos eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, tempted to kiss her again “you’ve got Rosa, Rico..” she paused for a while, almost like she was debated if what she was about to say was the right thing “and you’ve got me” she decided it was.

The air was thick with anticipation as they gazed into each other’s eyes, feeling the electricity crackling between them. Without a word, santo reached out and gently cupped sunny’s face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

With a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, Sunny leaned into santo, their lips meeting in a tender, tentative kiss. But as the moments passed, their desire ignited like a wildfi