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"What a little bitch," I say with a laugh. "We're going to have to talk to him about sharing is caring."

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KYLER

Indy’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering on each scar and tattoo. Her touch is a gentle fire, igniting every nerve. She reaches the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head. I catch her wrist.

“Indy,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. They’re soft, but determined. “You don’t have to do this, I know that was a lot...”

She tilts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I want to. I need you Kyler.” She pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside. Her lips follow the path her hands took, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

I can’t help but chuckle, though it comes out more like a groan. “Always so damn stubborn.”

She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling. “Takes one to know one.” She presses a kiss to my collarbone, then moves to my neck, biting softly.

A shiver runs through me as she undoes the button of my jeans. My heart races; this isn’t just physical—it’s more than that.

“Indy,” I say again, my voice barely above a whisper.

She pauses and looks up at me with concern. “What is it?”

“I love you.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. But they’re true. They’ve been true for a while now.

Her eyes soften even more, if that’s possible. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me deeply. When she pulls back, she smiles, a tear glistening on her cheek.

“I love you too Kyler,” she whispers against my lips. “You’re my twin flame.”

Hearing those words sends a rush of warmth through me, filling every empty space in my heart. I grip her hips and pull her close.

“Come here,” I say, my voice rough with emotion.

She helps me step out of my jeans and leads me into the shower. The water cascades over us, warm and soothing. Indy’s hands never stop moving—washing away the grime and the weight of everything we’ve been through.

I pull her close under the stream of water, holding her tight against me. “You mean everything to me,” I whisper into her hair.

She looks up at me, water droplets clinging to her lashes. “Then show me.”

I scoop Indy up in one swift motion, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. Her back hits the tiled wall with a resounding thud, knocking shampoo bottles off the shelf. They clatter to the floor, but we’re too lost in each other to care.

“Where did this rough Kyler come from?” she breathes, her voice filled with awe and lust.

I smirk, leaning in to nip at her ear. “Guess you bring it out of me,” I growl, letting my hand slide between her thighs.

Her gasp echoes in the steamy bathroom as my fingers find her slick and ready. I move them in rhythmic strokes, her nails digging into my shoulders for support. Her head falls back, exposing the curve of her throat. I kiss it, tasting the water and her skin mingling together.

“God, Kyler,” she moans, squirming against my hand. “Don’t stop.”

I have no intention of stopping. My fingers work her faster, feeling her tighten around them. When she’s right on the edge, I pull back, earning a frustrated whimper from her.

“Kyler…” she protests, but I cut her off by positioning myself at her entrance.

“Hang on tight,” I warn, gripping her hips firmly.

Then I thrust into her with one powerful motion. She cries out, her hands scrabbling at the shower walls for purchase. The tiles are slippery under her fingertips, but she manages to hold on as I set a relentless pace.

“Fuck,” she gasps between ragged breaths. “You’re… amazing.”

I grin through the haze of lust clouding my mind. “Damn right,” I grunt, driving into her harder.

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