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I move forward, place my palm against her cheek, and brush my thumb across it. “That I’m falling in love.”

Her lips turn into a smile, as if she knows my truth. It’s like nothing else in the world fucking matters.

All consequences be damned.

I’m not reckless, but I’m willingly risking it all for a chance with this woman.

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LEXI

Ishut the window and turn to Easton. My eyes slide up and down his body. He looks like a daydream, a wild fantasy of mine.

He sighs heavily, pulls me toward him, and rests his hand around my waist. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” I slide my lips across his because it feels so right.

“I blameyoufor this.” He chuckles.

“Why?” I pull away.

“Because your timing is alwaysshit,” he says.

My head falls back on my shoulders and I can’t hide the laughter. “That’s true. But it’s about the chase, isn’t it? Guess you’ll have to be patient.”

He leans forward, capturing my earlobe in his mouth. Then he whispers, “I’d wait a lifetime for you.”

“Are you even real?” I ask.

My fingers thread through his hair as his teeth nibble against my skin, and goose bumps trail over my body as he kisses me.

Butterflies swarm inside my belly and I desperately gasp. I can’t believe this man could be mine.

“As far as I know,” he says. “Do I feel real?”

“Yes.”

I’m not sure if my heart is ready for this. It’s still shattered and not fully repaired, and I’m afraid Easton will be the one to break it, especially with that smile.

My stomach growls and he tilts his head. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” I laugh. “Lost track of time, I guess.”

“Seems to happen a lot. First food … thendessert.”

Before he walks away, I grab his hand, pulling him back to me, my eyes trailing over his tattoos. I reach forward, tracing the outlines of the clouds on his shoulder. “Easton, wait. Did you draw these?”

His blue eyes sparkle. “You noticed?”

“It’s your specific style,” I say, walking around him, gazing at his left shoulder, noticing his ink tells a story across his chest and down his arms and back. “It’s the biglife-changingmoments.”

“Yes,” he says breathlessly.

I steal a glance, my eyes trailing over him like he’s living artwork, a gorgeous canvas of a man. As I study him, he doesn’t take his gaze from me.

I move in front of him. “You’re hiding your talent in plain sight.”

“You’re theonlyperson who knows.”

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