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Maybe even permission.
What she finds must be enough.
Because she leans into my touch.
Just a little.
My thumb traces along her cheek, down to her jaw.
Slow.
Careful.
Like I’m learning her.
“Hadley,” I murmur.
Her breath catches.
“Rob.”
And that’s it.
That’s all it takes.
I close the distance, pulling her in, my hand sliding back to her hip as my mouth finds hers again.
This kiss?
It’s different.
Deeper.
Slower.
Not rushed.
Deliberate.
Certain.
She melts into me, hands curling into my shirt, her body fitting against mine like it was made to.
Mine.
The thought hits hard.
Heavy.
But instead of pushing it—I let it settle.
Because this?
This isn’t about claiming.
Not yet.
This is about her.
