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And then—he speaks.

“You better mean that, Flight.”

Chapter 23 – Kenzie

Idon’t move.

Not right away.

Because even though Grant is standing right in front of me, even though I just said everything I needed to say—there’s still that one second of hesitation.

That one moment where I brace myself, waiting for him to push back, waiting for him to tell me it’s too late.

But he doesn’t.

He just exhales, slow and deep, like I just knocked the wind out of him.

Then he reaches for the door. And holds it open for me.

I walk out first. Not because I’m running. Not this time.

But because I need a second to breathe.

Grant follows behind me, his footsteps slow and deliberate, his presence a steady weight against my back.

It’s different now.

The tension isn’t sharp, like it’s waiting to snap.

It’s heavy. Thick.

Like we’re standing on the edge of something we can’t take back. And honestly? I don’t want to.

When we step outside, the cold air bites at my skin, but I barely feel it. Not when Grant is still right there.

Not when the energy between us is still buzzing, crackling, shifting into something I don’t quite have words for yet.

He walks past me, over to my car, and opens the door without a word.

I blink. Look at him. His expression is steady. Sure. He knows exactly what he’s doing. And something deep in my chest flutters.

I don’t argue when he takes my keys.

I should. I usually would. But right now?

I let him.

The car is quiet as we pull out of the parking lot. Not awkward. Not tense. Just… full.

Like there’s too much between us, too much unsaid.

I steal a glance at him. His jaw is tight, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. I want to touch him. I want to say something.

I want to reach over, slide my hand over the back of his and feel the warmth of his skin.

But I don’t.

Because I still don’t know what this moment is supposed to be. And I don’t want to break it.

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