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“I’ve said I love you,” he corrects gently, “and I do. But I’m alsoinlove with you. So damn much.”
My chest clenches. “Why?” The word slips out before I can stop it.
His gaze softens, ice-blue and endless.
“Oh, Olivia.You.You are the human embodiment of every star I’ve been trying to reach and never managed.”
Tears sting my eyes. “Warren…”
“You are worth everything,” he says, fierce and raw. “Every single thing in this world is tangible—butyou…you’re eternity.”
The movie flickers forgotten in the background. His bare chest is warm beneath my cheek as I press closer, holding him like I’ll never let go. And I know I won’t.
War tilts my chin up, eyes locked on mine.
Then he kisses me.
Not hungry. Not punishing. Just… slow. Deep. Devoted.
The kind of kiss that says I’m yours.
The kind that ruins every kiss that came before.
When he pulls back, his lips curve into a smile.
“You’re mine, Olivia Baker,” he says, brushing a knuckle down my jaw. “And you’re never walking into danger without me again. But…”
His eyes flick down to my chest. The grin deepens.
“Youarewearing that set again. I’ll buy you a thousand more.”
Chapter sixty
War
“This is ridiculous,” Olivia snaps the moment she steps in, eyes fixed on the second desk opposite mine.
“Do you not like your new office?” I ask, pretending to be offended.
She crosses her arms. “I already have my own office, War.”
“And now you have another one.Here.With me.” I grin, because the little crease between her brows is ridiculous and adorable all at once.
She exhales, all stubbornness and lipstick. “I told you I wouldn’t run away again.”
“Mhm.” I push my chair back, stand, and with exaggerated gentlemanly flourish I grab the visitor chair and pull it out for her. “Sit.”
I curl a hand around the back of her chair and lean down, close enough she can feel my breath on her neck.
“See? Isn’t this better? Now I won’t have to watch you from a screen. You’ll be right here.” My voice drops playful, soft. “And I get to make sure you don’t actually run.”
She opens her mouth, looking for a retort, but it dies when my lips press against her pulse point. She huffs, but the edge is gone. “You’re impossible,” she says.
I ease back into my chair, stretching out, content to just watch her. She opens her laptop, the glow of the screen lighting her face, and for a second I swear she was made for this; made to sit across from me, part of my empire, my life.
God, she looks good sitting there.
Like she was always meant to be here—mine, in every possible way.
