Then he turns, and the world simply stops.Their eyes meet, and Jade’s pulse stumbles, a frantic, uneven rhythm that betrays her. He stands there, half-clad and dangerous, exuding a raw authority that makes her twenty years feel like a lifetime away from his forty.“You’re… not red anymore,” she manages, her voice small.His gaze dips, heavy and intentional, as it brushes over her mouth before lifting back to her eyes. “Medicine works,” he says, his voice a low vibration. “Apparently.”There it is. That composure. That infuriating, adult calm that makes her want to scream or melt—she isn’t sure which.“I’m sorry,” she rushes out, the words tumbling over each other. “I should’ve remembered your allergy. I don’t know why I didn’t think about the jasmine—”“I’ll only accept your apology,” he interrupts, his tone shifting into something darker, more velvet, “if you make it up to me.”Jade’s stomach flips. The air in the kitchen feels suddenly too thin. “What do you want?”A slow, devasta
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