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“Come on,” I said, my voice softer now, just for her. “Let’s get out of here. Get some fresh air, maybe unwind a little. It'll be good.”

She hesitated, glancing at the others, but then she took a deep breath and nodded.

“Alright,” she said, her voice low, but there was a spark in her eyes, a flicker of something that had my heart racing.

I turned to Owen and Ethan. “You guys coming?”

Ethan shot me a glance, eyes sharp. “Yeah, sure.”

Owen just nodded, standing slowly, like he’d been waiting for the moment all evening long.

We walked toward my car in silence, but it wasn’t a comfortable kind of silence.

Aurora walked a little ahead, heels clicking against the pavement, but it didn’t escape me that she wasn’t in a rush to get to the car.

She was taking her time. And I was letting her.

When we reached the vehicle, I opened the passenger side door for her, the motion slow, deliberate.

Aurora looked up at me for a moment, those eyes of hers searching mine, a flicker of uncertainty before she climbed into the seat.

Ethan slid in behind her with Owen following shortly after, all of us taking our positions in a carefully calculated dance.

The drive to my place was short, the familiar streets of Medford winding past us as the music on the radio playedquietly, nothing more than a backdrop to the thoughts swirling in my head.

The air was heavy.

My grip on the wheel was tighter than usual, my mind racing with what was coming next.

Aurora was so close now.

We might have been in this position before, but at the time, none of us knew what was going to happen and how it was going to feel.

We did now. And that made things so much more intense.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Aurora

The drive toMason’s felt like it lasted an eternity, but not in a bad way.

It was more like time had stretched, and each moment, each breath, felt like it was filled with endless possibilities.

The air was thick with tension, and I could barely keep my focus on anything but the feeling of his jacket around my shoulders, the weight of it, the warmth of it.

It was like a silent declaration of sorts, and my heart had been racing ever since.

When we finally pulled up to his home, the headlights cutting through the night, I barely had time to unbuckle my seatbelt before Mason was out of the car.

He rounded the front with long, determined strides, yanking my door open and reaching for me before I could think.

I gasped as he lifted me out, pressing me against the side of the vehicle, his body flush against mine.

His hands found my hips, gripping tight, his knee nudging between my legs.

“Last chance, babe,” he murmured, his lips just inches from mine. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I exhaled a shaky breath, my fingers curling into his shirt. “Don’t you dare.”

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