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She reaches me and slaps me across the face so hard my head whips to the side.

Fuck me, that’s hot.

Hot enough to make me grin when I look back at her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snaps.

I rub my cheek and laugh once. “Well shit, that’s a pretty long list.”

“You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t.”

She shoves both hands into my chest. “But you could’ve, cabrón. That’s the fucking point. You could’ve.”

I catch her wrists before she can shove me again and step in closer.

That’s when I see the fear in her eyes is the same as it was out on the ocean when the water got too deep, only worse. Back then, she was scared of what was under her. Right now, she’s scared of what could’ve happened to me.

“I didn’t,” I say, quieter this time. “And I won.”

Her jaw tightens. “Yeah well, the entire race I was really hoping you’d lose.”

“Liar.”

“Pendejo.”

“Still lying.”

Theres that same look from the barrier, only angrier.

Hotter, and completely focused on me.

Fuck me.

She yanks at her wrists, but there’s less fight in it this time. I loosen my grip, and instead of pulling away, her hands stay between us, pressed against my chest.

Right over my heart.

Her eyes drop there for a second, feeling how fast it’s beating, then lift back to mine.

Neither of us moves.

The air changes so fast it almost knocks the breath out of me.

All that fear in her eyes twists into something else. Something darker. Hungrier.

I let one hand slide up her arm, slow enough to give her time to stop me. My fingers settle against the side of her neck, right over the pulse jumping beneath her skin.

She still doesn’t move.

My thumb drags under her jaw. Her breathing turns shallow, and I feel the exact second she leans into me.

Barely.

Enough.

“I like that you’re mad,” I say.