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“I couldn’t have dreamed someone like you,” I said before I could stop myself.
It slipped out.
Too honest.
Too real.
She lifted her head.
Eyes searching mine in the dark.
“It’s the same for me, Ethan,” she whispered.
And then she kissed me.
Slow.
Deep.
Hands sliding into my hair.
Mine tightening at her waist.
Heat building fast.
Too fast.
That dangerous edge again.
Her leg hooking over mine.
Her breath hitching.
My brain going white.
Everything in me screaming yes.
Now.
Right now.
But—
No.
Not like this.
Not because the night was magic.
Not because the boat was rocking.
Not because we were both high on adrenaline and salt air.
I wanted tomorrow.
I wanted breakfast.
I wanted daylight.
