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I liked the Man in Black.

Her jaw drops.

“What the hell,” she mutters to herself.

She hadn’t said that name aloud, had she? Not even to Naomi. That nickname lived exclusively in her own head.

Her heart thuds so hard she can feel it in her fingertips.

Seriously? Who are you?

That’s the thing, Daisy.

I’m nobody.

But I want to be yours.

She drops the phone on the comforter and lets out a high, strangled sound. Somewhere between a laugh and a curse and a full-bodywhat the actual hell is happening to me.

She picks up the phone again, her fingers tingling.

You ghosted me that night.

You don’t get to kiss me like that and then vanish. Pick a lane.

The reply takes longer this time.

She stares at the screen, heart trapped in her throat.

I didn’t leave because I wanted to.

I left because if I didn’t, I wasn’tgoing to stop.

And you deserved more than what I wanted to give you in the dark.

Oh. Damn.

Just like that, her sarcastic armor cracks a little.

Not shattered, but dented. Warmed.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she types.

Then come find me in the light.

There’s no reply.

Mila sinks deeper into the pillows, her phone still warm in her hand, the ghost of his words lingering on her skin like a touch. The cereal bowl is long forgotten, the true crime episode playing in the background little more than a hum beneath the pounding of her pulse.

Her free hand trails down her stomach, her body thrumming with restless heat. She shifts beneath the covers, thighs squeezing together.

Whatever this is—whoever he is—he’s under her skin now.

And tonight, that’s exactly where she wants him to stay.

CHAPTER 16

MILA

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