Taking a Leap

Taking a Leap

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"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, slightly leaning in and passed his tongue lightly over his bottom lip. His hooded electric eyes traveled to mine, but he didn't make a move. He waited. Waited for consent. Consent. My breath hitched. He had no idea how long I was waiting for this question, yet my body refused to move. My pulse thudded in my ears, heart rate rapidly increased, and my lungs demanded more oxygen. Consent. I pushed more space between us, my hands falling limp beside me. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking away, hurt stretched over his face. I panicked, the sound of inconsistent, yet heavy breathing filled the space between us. I was scared. What was happening to me? Consent. It's exactly what I needed, yet I froze.
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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