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Olivia’s Pov“Liv? You good?” Ethan’s voice cut through the noise, shaking me out of my head. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even take a full breath. My fingers were still resting inside Noah’s palm, and his skin felt so hot it almost burned.Noah didn’t pull away immediately. His dark eyes searched my face, scanning every detail before his hand slowly slid away from mine. For a fraction of a second, his grip tightened just enough to let me know he felt it too. He recognized me.“Sorry,” I stammered, forcing my mouth into a fake smile. “I… I just got a little lightheaded. Too much coffee today, I guess.”“You’re working too hard, babe,” Ethan said softly, putting his hand on the back of my waist and pulling me against his side. “I keep telling her to slow down, Noah, but she’s obsessed with her design projects.”“Is she?” Noah’s deep voice sent another sharp shock straight down my spine. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his eyes staying

Olivia’s POV“Stay.”The word left my mouth before my brain could catch up. Noah’s eyes went dark, pupils swallowing the firelight. His hands slid from my waist to the hem of my sweater, fingers brushing the bare strip of skin above my jeans.“Say it again,” he rasped.“Stay. Please. I need you to—”His mouth cut me off. This kiss wasn’t desperate like the first one. It was deliberate. Slow. The kind of kiss that told me he planned to take his time. His tongue swept against my lower lip, and I opened for him with a sound that didn’t sound like me. Something higher. Needier.He tasted like whiskey and rain. My fingers twisted in his dark hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against my teeth. That sound—God, that sound—vibrated straight through my chest and settled low in my belly.Noah pulled back just far enough to look at me. Firelight carved shadows across his cheekbones. His thumb traced my jaw, tilting my chin up.“Four years,” he said, voice rough. “Four years I’ve replaye

Olivia’s POV“Oh, that?” I let out a light, breezy laugh, forcing my voice to sound completely unfazed. “Noah gave it to me at the estate when the power killed the lights. I needed something to light those thick emergency candles, so I shoved it in my coat and completely forgot to give it back.”Before Ethan could even process it, I stepped right past him, grabbed a swatch board of white lace from the table, and thrust it toward his face.“Anyway, babe, do you think this lace trim looks too busy for the dining tables, or should we go with the plain silk?”Ethan didn’t hesitate for a single second. He casually tossed the silver lighter onto the desk near Noah’s blueprints and grinned. “Plain silk, definitely. Less is more, right?”“Exactly,” I said, flashing him a bright, practiced smile.Noah picked up his lighter off the table, sliding it back into his pocket without a word. He didn't say a thing, and Ethan didn't suspect a single detail. Crisis avoided.Or so I thought.---By eight