Emma never planned to fall for Ryan.
He was reckless, charming, and far too good at making her forget every promise she made to herself. From the moment they met at a late-night café during a thunderstorm, something dangerous sparked between them.
At first, it was harmless teasing. Long conversations. Lingering touches. Stolen glances across crowded rooms.
But everything changed the night he showed up at her apartment soaked from the rain.
“You weren’t answering my calls,” he said, breathing heavily.
Emma tried to stay calm, but the moment he stepped closer, her heart betrayed her. She could feel the tension between them, impossible to ignore.
“You make this complicated,” she whispered.
Ryan lifted her chin gently. “Maybe love is supposed to be.”
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then she kissed him.
Soft. Emotional. Full of every feeling she had tried to hide.
His arms wrapped around her waist as the rain tapped against the windows behind them. The kiss deepened slowly, filled with longing and unspoken desire.
In Ryan’s arms, Emma realized the truth she had been running from all along:
She wasn’t just falling for him anymore.
She was already completely his.