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RAFES POV The moment our lips touched, everything else faded away-the anger, the pain. It was just her and me, tangled up in a kiss that felt both desperate and inevitable. I couldn't stop myself. l didn't want to.
When I finally pulled back, we were both breathless, her eyes wide with something between shock and longing. I leaned in again, my forehead resting against hers, and whispered, "I missed you so much." Her breath hitched, and then she whispered back, "I missed you too."
She looked up at me with those eyes that had haunted my dreams, and for a moment, everything felt right again. Like maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to what we had lost.
But as I stared at her, I couldn't help but take in every detail, every inch of her that I had been craving for so long. God, she looked perfect-more than perfect. Her short hair framed her face in a way that made her look fierce and vulnerable all at once, and I couldn't get enough of it. It suited her, made her look like she was ready to take on the world, and all I wanted was to be by her side when she did. My beautiful girl
My eyes drifted down, taking in the curve of her neck, the way her collarbone peeked out from beneath her top, the smooth expanse of her tanned skin. I had to resist the urge to run my fingers along it, to feel the warmth of her beneath my touch. She was so close, and yet it felt like there was still a chasm between us, one that I desperately wanted to bridge.
Her body-Fuck, her body. The way her clothes hugged her curves drove me crazy. I could feel my pulse quickening, my mind flooding with memories of how it felt to hold her, to have her pressed against me, every inch of her fitting perfectly against every inch of me. I craved her in a way that bordered on madness, an ache deep in my bones that only she could satisfy.
But it was more than just physical. It was the way she looked at me now, with a mixture of defiance and need, as if she was just as torn apart by all this as I was. The way she bit her lip, her breath still shaky from our kiss—it made me want to pull her closer, to erase all the space between us and make her mine again.
She was poison and antidote all at once, and it was driving me insane. I tightened my grip on her waist, leaning in just enough that our noses brushed, her sweet scent overwhelming my senses. It took everything in me not to lose control, not to kiss her again, and damn the consequences.
But in my mind, one thought kept repeating, over and over: She's mine. She's always been mine. And no matter how much it made me sick to admit, I knew I couldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever. Even if it meant saving her little Pogue friends and betraying my own dad, I would do it. Nothing mattered more than her- no gold, no family, nothing.
But then the harsh reality slammed into me, and I remembered why I was here in the first place. My dad's men. They were on their way to her house, where her friends were...and Sarah.
