I let out a shaky breath, pressing my face into the solid, warm expanse of Andrew’s chest. My damp hair clung to his skin, the cold droplets creating a sharp, stinging itch against his collarbone.Andrew’s jaw tightened, his pulse drumming a steady, heavy rhythm beneath my ear. "Stop the performance, Lanka. It won’t work this time. Do I really need to catalog every one of your recent stunts?"I didn't answer. I just wound my arms tighter around his waist, letting the sheer furnace-heat of his body seep into my bones. The scent of him—pine needles, expensive cedar, and the metallic tang of an Alpha—was so familiar it felt like a physical weight lifting off my soul.My eyes burned with unshed salt. "I don't want to talk."As my temperature finally began to climb, a delayed, bone-deep shiver racked my spine. I burrowed deeper into his embrace, clinging to him like a lifeline. Andrew looked down at me, his silver eyes dark and unreadable, but for once, he didn't push me away.His body fel
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