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Which he will.

Eventually.

Still—better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.

Didn’t someone smart and important say that?

Well, fuck them.

Sammy takes a step closer, and my brain goes white-hot blank. The heat in his hazel eyes is searing, his jaw tight, his body nothing but tension and intent.

Oh God. Sweet Jesus.

He’s kissing me again and my entire body is lit up like a neon sign.

I am so fucking screwed.

Chapter 13-Sammy

Iclaim her mouth.

And fuck me, she’s perfect.

Soft, sweet, a perfect mix of hesitancy and hunger.

That fucking dress, the one that’s been driving me insane all night, feels like satin beneath my fingertips—but nothing compares to the heat of her skin, the way she trembles when I trace my fingers along her collarbone, up to her neck.

I tilt her chin up, deepening the kiss, swallowing the soft, helpless sound she makes.

A whimper.

A fucking whimper.

I swear to God, I almost drop to my knees right then and there.

The elevator dings.

The doors slide open.

And someone clears their throat.

A feral growl rises in my chest before I even turn around. I tuck Aella behind me, shielding her from whoever the fuck just interrupted us.

A man stands just beyond the doors, dressed in a sharp suit, his expression unreadable. Next to him—a bodyguard.

Recognition hits instantly. The mystery royal. The one who took over the block of rooms we usually reserve.

I don’t care.

I barely glance at him as I step out, Aella tight against my back, still dazed, still breathless.

The royal doesn’t look at me.

He knows better.

Smart man.

I keep walking, leading Aella past him, my mind set on one thing.

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