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My breath catches.
Just a little.
Enough.
Too much.
“You’re injured,” I say again.
Because apparently that’s my argument now.
Because it’s the only thing keeping this from going somewhere we both know it shouldn’t.
His thumb brushes lightly along my cheek.
“Still worth it.”
That—
That isnothelpful.
At all.
Jase
She doesn’t pull away.
That’s the problem.
That’s always the problem.
I lean in—
Slow.
Giving her every chance to stop this.
She doesn’t.
Of course, she doesn’t.
And neither do I.
The kiss is different this time.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Not just survival.
It’s—
Something else.
Something deeper.
Something we’re both choosing.
