Alina’s POVThe fear of the day, the grief, the adrenaline crash—it all dissolved into a single, overwhelming need. A need to feel alive. To feel him.“Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.“Hmm?”I looked up, meeting his gaze. “I need you.” I said quietly.His eyes darkened, understanding flickering in them. “Alina, you’re exhausted. We both are. It’s been a hell of a day.”“That’s why,” I said, my fingers tracing the lines of his neck. “I need to feel something real. Something good. I need to feel you. Not a gun, not fear… just you.”I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t gentle. It was full of all the desperation and relief churning inside me. A claiming. A promise. He groaned into my mouth, his hands coming up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. The kiss softened, slowing from a frantic clash to something deeper, sweeter. He tasted like coffee and mint and home.“I’ve missed this,” I breathed against his lips, the words slipping out without th
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