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138 - Let Me Make It Up To You.

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(RORY’S POV)

The world was still a blur, a whirlwind of fear and relief. Todd’s lips on mine had been a jolt, a sudden, all-consuming fire that had chased away the icy panic. The kiss was a silent promise, a declaration of something fierce and protective, and it had left me breathless and undone. When he pulled away, the silence was heavy with unspoken words, but his hand found mine, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on,” he said, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the ferocity I had seen in his eyes just moments before. “Let me make it up to you.”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t have to. The look on his face, the quiet intensity in his gaze, told me that he needed this as much as I did. He led me back to my house, grabbed a picnic blanket and some snacks I had prepped for a study session, and then we were in his car, driving away from the house and the echoes of the night’s terror. The streets were still quiet, the moon hanging high in the inky sky like a silver coin. I watched the wo
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