I like that he feels real.
“I also think you’re sexy as fuck.”
His breath catches.
I feel it.
“And I want you, too.”
There.
No strategy.
No calculation.
Just me.
Choosing him.
The admission changes something in his expression.The tight control he wears like armor flickers, just slightly.
“Yeah?”he murmurs.
“Yeah,” I whisper back.
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like the woman who was left.
Or the woman scrambling to protect what’s hers.
I feel like a woman stepping into the role she was just offered—not as someone being saved.
But as someone wanted.
Desired.
Chosen.
His hands slide down to my hips, over my cheeks, and he squeezes.His grip is firm and possessive, and I don’t flinch.
I lean in.
Because I’m not shrinking this time.
I’m stepping forward.
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J.T
She thinks I’m sexy.
Jesus Christ.
Any other night I’d puff up about that.
Might even smirk and let her see how much I enjoy hearing it.
But not now.
