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“And go for something you want.”

A long second passes.

Then her gaze drops—to my mouth.

And when her eyes lift back to mine, her breathing is barely more than a whisper.

But it wrecks me.

Now, she doesn’t speak. Not right away.

But her gaze drops to my mouth, and I swear I hear her breath hitch.

Seconds pass.

She doesn’t rebuild the wall.

She doesn’t turn her head.

She doesn’t run.

Instead—slowly, beautifully—she closes the last inch between us.

Her hand brushes mine. Light. Testing.

And then she whispers, “Iambeing honest.”

Her fingers slide over my knuckles.

Down to my wrist. Then she pulls on my arm, and places my hand on her soft, warm skin.

This isn’t just a touch—it’s a promise.

And fuck me, it’s all I need.

I close the space.

Our mouths crash.

Gentle is not in the cards tonight.

Not when I’ve been starving for her for weeks.

She tastes like fire and sweet sin and a future I didn’t know I was allowed to want.

Her leg slips over mine. My hand fists in her hair.

And just like that, the wall between us isn’t just gone—it’s forgotten.

CHAPTER 9-DANIELA

Promises.

How important are they really?

Because I made one to myself.

I swore up and down I wouldn’t fall back into bed with Hudson—Tank—again.

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