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But because… I think I might.

And that’s dangerous.

But before I can figure out what to say, the trees break around us, the road leveling out into open land, nothing but hills and stars ahead.

This spot, this quiet, empty stretch of nothing, has always been mine.

And now?

I’m sharing it with her.

I pull off to the side, kill the engine, and hop out.

Juliet follows, her breath a soft little cloud in the cool night air as I drop the tailgate.

I grab her bag with the cupcakes, then lean against the truck bed, peeling the wrapper off another red velvet.

She watches me, smiling.

I shake my head. “What?”

She hops up onto the tailgate, swinging her legs. “Nothing.”

Bullshit.

I arch a brow.

She sighs, tucking her hands between her knees. “It’s just…” Her head tilts, eyes softening. “You’re not as scary as you look.”

I huff a laugh. “Should I be offended?”

She grins. “Not at all.”

And fuck me, this girl is trouble.

Because for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to be scary.

I want to be interesting.

I want to be hers.

Chapter Fifteen

Juliet

I peel back the cupcake wrapper, taking a slow, indulgent bite.

Sweet. Rich. A perfect melt of sugar and cocoa on my tongue.

But my mind isn’t on chocolate.

It’s on him.

The way he sits back against the truck bed, thighs spread, one strong arm braced behind him, fingers curled loosely around his own half-eaten cupcake.

The way the silver of his dog tags catches in the soft glow of the moon.

Back where they belong.

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