Mark's POVThe shower ran hot behind us, steam filling the bathroom like a veil, but I couldn't move. Not yet. Jessy's hands were still on my face, her thumbs brushing along my jaw as if she were memorizing the lines of it—the same lines that had stared down men begging for their lives tonight. Her touch was too soft, too forgiving, and it unraveled something in me I’d spent years burying deep.I pulled back just enough to look at her. Really look. She stood there in my shirt, sleeves rolled up, hem brushing her thighs, hair tousled from my hands. Barefoot. Vulnerable. And still, after everything she’d just heard me admit—after the blood on my collar, the threats outside, the promises of more violence to come—she hadn’t flinched.Most people would have run. Hell, most people did run. But not her.“You’re insane,” I murmured, voice low, almost lost in the sound of the water.A small smile tugged at her lips. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tired of pretending I don’t feel this.”This. Whatev
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