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Not reckless.
Not out of control.
Butdecided.
He kisses me.
Hard.
Like he’s been holding it back for too long.
Like I have.
And God—
I meet him there.
No hesitation.
No second guessing.
Just heat.
Fire.
Everything we didn’t say back there in the safehouse.
Everything we didn’t admit when we were pretending we didn’t like each other.
All of it—
Right here.
Right now.
His hand tightens slightly, pulling me closer, and I don’t fight it.
I don’t want to.
I grip his shirt, grounding myself in something that feels way too real.
Way too right.
We break just enough to breathe—
Foreheads touching.
“Tell me this is a bad idea,” he says, voice rough.
I shake my head.
“Can’t.”
A quiet beat.
Then—
“Good,” he murmurs.
