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Her body melts into mine, and hell if that doesn’t make me grip her even tighter, my chest burning with a need I can’t even begin to describe.

I stroke my thumb along her cheek and feel the way her body trembles beneath mine.

She’s breathing hard, lips swollen, and when she pulls back, and looks at me with those green eyes, I nearly come undone.

Because this wasn’t just a kiss. It wasthekiss.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear Maggie yell from across the bar, “Called it!”

Red rests her forehead against mine.

“Your fan club’s proud of you,” she whispers.

I grin and kiss her again. “Yeah. But that was great. Even if we did have an audience.”

Chapter 20

Violet

Ican still feel his kiss lingering on my lips from last night.

Even now, long after, my lips still tingle from the feel of his mouth on mine. Soft and demanding. Rough and tender.

God help me, I'm trying to be his friend. But friends don't kiss each other like that. Friends don't have the kind of chemistry we have.Even I can’t deny it. It’s the strongest attraction I’ve ever had to a man. I can’t explain it. I’ve never felt this way before with anyone.

I press my fingers to my lips, like I can somehow press the memory deeper into my skin.

I should’ve known and should’ve seen it coming. The way he watches me when he thinks I don’t notice. The way he shows up without asking, always there, always steady. The way my chest tightens every time he says my name.

And then that kiss.

His hand, warm and sure, sliding to the back of my neck like it belonged there. The scrape of his thumb along my jaw, gentle but possessive. The way he tilted his head just before his lips met mine, like he was giving me one last second to stop him.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Because the second his mouth touched mine, I forgot how to breathe.

There was just him. His taste—whiskey and something darker. His scent—leather, smoke, and Walker. His body, strong and solid against mine, like gravity finally figured out where I belonged.

And when he deepened the kiss—when his hand tightened in my hair and his breath hitched in that low, desperate way?—

I melted.

God, I’m in trouble.

Because I wasn’t supposed to feel this. Not like this. Not with him.

But here I am, my body still craving his like a compass desperate to find north.

I close my eyes, and there he is again.

Walker.

With his easy smile, his ridiculous banter, and the kindest damn heart I’ve ever known.

I tried so hard not to fall for him. I tried to just be friends like he wanted.

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