Denzel's hand cradled the back of her neck, while his other arm pulled her waist flush against him.
Meanwhile, Juniper's hands shifted from his shoulders to lock securely behind his neck. The heat of his body and the intoxicating surge of his pheromones enveloped her, the scent of cedarwood intensifying until it was all she could focus on.
They eventually pulled apart, completely breathless.
As Juniper settled back onto her heels, her gaze drifted to the pulse point at his throat, mesmerizing her for a few lingering seconds.
Denzel took the initiative this time, his fingers gently lifting her chin until their eyes locked.
"I didn't think this would happen today," he confessed, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, but I couldn't find the courage."
"Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I was scared," he admitted.
Juniper arched a brow, her expression softening. "Scared of me?"
