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CHAPTER 149

Penulis: Anonymous Lee
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CHAPTER 149

MASON

Mason’s hands found my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The apartment was quiet now, just the low hum of the fridge and the distant city noise filtering through the window. My heart hadn’t slowed since Gabriel’s hug, but this—this was different. This was hunger.

I kissed him harder, tasting the faint trace of beer from earlier, the warmth of his mouth grounding me. His fingers slipped under my shirt, tracing the line of my spine, and I shivered. God, I needed this. Needed him.

“Ty,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough. “Slow down.”

“No,” I said, nipping his bottom lip. “Been thinking about you all day.”

He laughed softly, but it turned into a groan when I dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen. The tile was cool against my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat building in my chest. Mason’s eyes widened, then darkened as he looked down at me.

“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning back against the counter. “You don’t waste time.”

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