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He stares at me. For ten seconds. Twenty.
Then he moves.
Not back. Forward.
His hand comes up. Cups my jaw. Thumb on my cheek. Same as in the hospital. Except he's awake now. Stone sober. No blood. No morphine.
"Last chance," he says. "Tell me to stop."
I don't.
His mouth finds mine.
Not an accident. Not gravity. Not a rug.
A choice.
His lips are warm. Soft. Sure. Nothing like the clumsy press on the floor. This is real. This is him.
And I kiss him back.
Because I'm done losing.
His mouth is on mine.
Warm. Real. Intentional. His thumb brushes my cheek. His other hand finds my waist, pulling me in like he can't help it. Like he's been holding back for days and it finally snapped.
I kiss him back.
Because I'm stupid. Because I want. Because for three seconds, I let myself believe the _guard, not keep_ line was bullshit.
Then he tear himself away.
Not slow. Not gentle. Rips back like I burned him. Like I'm poisonous.
"No." His voice is wrecked. Not like before. Worse. "No, fuck. Jay-"
He stumbles back. Hits the counter again. Grips the edge until his knuckles go white.
"What?" I'm breathing hard. My lips feel swollen. "Keifer, what --"
"That was a mistake."
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Warning ⚠️
Mature scenes will be in this book.
And it's a dark love,
Not a beautiful love 💕.
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