Serena's POVMorris let out a deep breath, then straightened, giving me that intense look he'd been wearing since Damien left.“Now that we are done with business conversations,” he said, voice shifting into something deliberate, slower, heavier, “let’s talk about us.”I blinked. "Us?" I repeated, my tone flat. "What is there to talk about?He tilted his head to one side, seemingly amused. "What do you mean, Serena? We met on Tinder. And you know as well as I do that I'm interested in you."A small chill crawled up the back of my spine. He said it so simply, so boldly, as if it were a fact that I had acknowledged and agreed upon willingly. I folded my arms lightly, keeping my gaze steady. "You never told me you were interested in me," I said."I'm telling you now," he replied with a casual shrug, but his eyes never left mine-they were too sharp, too calculating, for someone confessing interest.For a moment, I was at a loss for words. My brain ran through every conceivable response, a
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