The sensitive touch made Nick let out a low, muffled groan. He shifted his gaze slightly, a faint blush coloring his face. "Mm.""You… why did you hide it here?" Khloe's ears burned as she asked softly. She pulled his hand away and lifted his shirt, reaching inside to retrieve the tracker.Nick's exposed skin was marked with scars—remnants of his recent injuries. Khloe's hand lingered over his chest, and he trembled slightly, tears glinting in his eyes like shattered starlight, shimmering faintly.He whispered, "If there's any real danger, I'll protect you with my life first. At least it buys time until help arrives."Khloe knew him well enough to understand—he never left anything to chance. She didn't speak, carefully removing the tracker, her hand unconsciously lingering on his firm chest, moving downward. She traced every scar, every trace of pain, wanting to memorize it all.Her gentle touch made Nick feel both comforted and hypersensitive. He called her name again, quietly. K
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