Page 72 of Silver Fox Puck

That should be enough for me.

I should be able to move the hell on.

But the problem?

I don’t want to.

Not when I can still feel her.

Her lips.

Her body.

The way she came apart in my hands like she was made for it.

I drag a hand down my face, exhaling sharply.

This is bullshit.

Kenzie doesn’t get to act like I’m the only one affected here.

Like last night didn’t wreck her just as much as it did me. I know the truth. I saw it in her eyes. She felt it. And if she wants to pretend otherwise, that’s on her.

But I’m not playing her game. I glance down at my phone again.

Still nothing.

That unread text sits there like a goddamn challenge.

I should let her come to me. I should be patient. But I’m not a patient man. Not when it comes to her. I tap out another message.

I hesitate for half a second.

Then hit send.

Because I meant every word.

She can run all she wants.

But this?

This isn’t over.

Not even close.

Patience has never been my strong suit.

And waiting on Kenzie to crack?

Not happening.

Not when I know she’s sitting somewhere, probably staring at my message, pretending she doesn’t feel anything.

So, I make a decision.

A bad one.

A reckless one.

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