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Chapter 14: I've missed you

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What happened last night kept looping in my head like a film I wasn’t ready to stop watching. Every second, every breath, every kiss—I relived it all as I sat quietly, lost in thought, the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin.

Travian.

He was a walking complication—a man with the kind of eyes that could burn holes through steel, and lips that lay just as beautifully as they kissed. A great guy, maybe. But having him in my space, in my bed, and especially in my heart… it was dangerous. Too dangerous.

Right now, we were just sex buddies. No promises. No strings. Just sweat, friction, and a whispered name in the dark. That’s all it was supposed to be. All I could afford it to be.

But how long could I keep lying to myself?

A smirk tugged at my lips as heat flushed across my face, remembering how hard he choked me, how possessively his hand gripped my throat, and how utterly euphoric it had felt. My body had melted for him, and now my thoughts were nothing but wreckage left behind
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