Eyes a little too bright.
“You’re in trouble,” I murmur.
But I don’t change.
Don’t add anything.
Don’t armor up.
Because part of me?—
A reckless, stubborn, hopeful part?—
Wants to see what happens.
Wants to know if he still looks at me the same way.
Wants to know if this thing between us is real…
Or if it’s just memory.
I take a deep breath.
Reach for the door.
And open it.
Stepping back into the room?—
And straight into whatever comes next.
Our eyes meet. Tension spikes. And Benji moves.
“Fuck it.”
And that right there is the first shot fired.
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I cross the room before I can second guess it.
Before I can talk myself out of it.
My hands come up, cupping her face, holding her still.
Grounding myself.
Or losing myself.
Not sure which.
“Tell me no, Ezzy,” I say, voice rough, low, dangerous. “Say it.”
Because if she does—I’ll stop.
I will.
I have to.
