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I chuckle, ignoring the flare of pain. "You’re doing fine."

But there’s something else happening. Something that’s building between us. It’s in the way her fingers tighten in mine, the way her breath hitches when I pull her closer. I catch her gaze, and for a moment, everything else falls away.

After a few minutes of dancing, Caleb’s confidence grows, and he grins at us. "Thanks, guys. I think I got it! There’s nothing quite like watching your dad dance.” He laughs as he heads to his room.

“Caleb?” Leah calls above the music, and he stops and turns.

“You’re going to do fine.” She beams at him. “And that Camilla is one lucky girl, yeah?”

Caleb smiles so wide that my mouth almost drops open. He returns to his room, leaving Leah and me alone in the living room. “I haven’t seen him smile like that in years.”

“Yeah?” Leah looks at me, our hands are still linked, our fingers intertwined.

“Yeah.” I nod, turning her to me. “He likes you.”

“And I like him a lot.”

The air between us crackles with unspoken tension, with something heavier than just attraction. I’m staring down at her. Her lips part as the music rises and falls in the background.

"Stay the night," I say softly, my voice rough.

Leah’s eyes widen slightly. "For Caleb?"

"For both of us."

Before she can answer, I close the distance between us, my lips crashing onto hers. It’s a kiss that’s been building for weeks. Months, even. There’s no more hesitation, no more pretending. Just a raw need.

She responds just as hungrily, her fingers tangling in my hair as we stumble back, tearing at each other’s clothes, breathless and desperate.

Chapter fifteen

Leah

I shouldn’t be doingthis.

This is a bad idea—dangerous, even. Ireallyshouldn’t be doing this. But fuck, I can't stop myself.

Silas’s hands are all over me, and I’m not pushing him away. In fact, I’m practically melting into him. My fingers digging into his back, dragging his shirt off as fast as I can manage. My back hits the hallway wall, and I let out a small gasp. But Silas is there, pressing me harder against it. His mouth finds my neck, biting just enough to make me moan, and I swear I hear him chuckle under his breath.

I can feel my wetness dripping into my panties.

The music thumping from the living room is like a distant echo now, muffled, replaced by the sound of our shallow breathingand frantic movements. My legs rub together, and my clit throbs like it has its own beating heart.

This is reckless.

But maybe that’s why I’m doing it. After months of pent-up frustration and lonely nights, I’m in Silas’s arms again, just like that night in the car. Only this time, we aren’t stopping.

He kisses me with the kind of hunger that leaves no room for second-guessing. My body is already reacting, every nerve ending sparking like it’s been waiting for this. For him.

But my mind . . . My mind’s spinning in circles. What if Caleb walks in?

“What if Caleb—” I manage to gasp out between kisses, but Silas doesn’t even let me finish. His hands slide down to the back of my thighs, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing.

His body is hard, muscles taut under my hands as I wrap my legs around him.

“We’re going to my bedroom,” he growls, voice thick with lust, carrying me toward his bedroom. “And’ll lock the door.”

I can feel the thick heat of his erection pressing against me, making it clear just how far this is going. My body practically throbs in response, and it’s embarrassing how ready I am, how much I’ve craved this.

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