Lucca Dominique Jackson

The kiss broke with a ragged sigh. Lucca still had his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasted with the desperation with which he had kissed you seconds before. His lips were red, his breathing labored.

“We should go…” you whispered, though none of your words held any real conviction.

Lucca closed her eyes for a moment, as if she hated the idea of ​​being separated from you. Then, without letting go of your hand, she dropped down onto the grass with you. The two of you stayed there, looking at each other under the dim moonlight, your bodies still warm from the touch.

"It's always too late when I'm with you," he murmured, with a tired but sincere smile.

The forest was silent, save for the sound of contained sighs and the still accelerated beat of two hearts that knew their time together was running out.