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[Rina's POV]

Time passed, but the tension between Jay and me only grew stronger, like an electric current humming just beneath the surface. Every training session felt like a battle not just of skill, but of willpower.

One evening, after a particularly grueling set of drills, Jay caught me off guard with a sly grin. "You're getting better," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. "But you're still not quite at my level."

"Oh, is that so?" I shot back, breathless but refusing to back down. "I could take you if I wanted."

Jay's smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Wanna bet?" he asked, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Maybe," I teased, my pulse quickening as I held his gaze. His proximity made it hard to think straight, the air thick with something more than just the aftermath of sparring. It was heavy, charged, and impossible to ignore.

Before I could say another word, Jay moved, faster than I could react. He had me pinned against the wall in a single, fluid motion, his body pressing against mine, the heat between us palpable. His breath ghosted over my neck, and I swallowed hard, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

"Still think you can take me?" he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from my skin.

I felt my resolve waver under the intensity of his gaze. "Maybe I don't want to," I said breathlessly, unable to hide the way my body responded to his touch.

His eyes darkened, filled with something raw and untamed. "Is that so?"

The tension snapped, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine—hungry, demanding, yet somehow restrained, like he was holding back just enough to let me have control. The kiss ignited something inside me, a fire I couldn't put out, and I kissed him back just as fiercely, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

Jay groaned softly, the sound reverberating through me as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. Every touch was electric, every movement pushing us further past the boundaries we'd tried so hard to maintain.

I could feel the roughness of the wall behind me, but all I could focus on was the heat of his body against mine, the way his hands roamed over my skin, setting every nerve alight.

"Jay..." I whispered, my voice barely audible, but it was enough. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes smoldering, filled with desire and something deeper—something that scared me and thrilled me all at once.

"We shouldn't..." he began, his breath ragged, but neither of us moved. The unspoken acknowledgment hung heavy between us: this was crossing a line, one we might not be able to come back from.

"Then don't stop," I murmured, surprising myself with the boldness of my words.

For a split second, Jay's gaze flickered, as if he was weighing his options. But then, with a low, guttural growl, he closed the distance between us again, his lips crashing into mine, this time with no restraint. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.