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His jaw tightens slightly.
“They’re bold,” he says.
“Desperate,” I correct.
“You jealous?”
I turn slowly.
“Of what?”
He smirks faintly.
“Thought so.”
He leans in closer, brushing his nose lightly against my temple.
My body reacts—not electric like Tristan.
Warmer.
Grounded.
Safer.
“You should let me take you out,” he says quietly.
There it is.
Not a joke.
Not a tease.
“Like… out?” I ask.
“Like a date, Stella.”
The word hangs between us.
Date.
Intentional.
I hesitate.
Because Kane is good.
Because he sees me.
Because he’s patient.
And because some small, selfish part of me knows he thinks tonight is progress.
My eyes flick across the fire again.
Tristan laughs at something Kappa says.
Her hand is still on him.
