Page 167 of I See You

Hassandidn’tevenglanceatthephoneagain.“Nah,”hesaid casually, like her name held no weight, no memory, no pull.

And when Sevyn smiled—subtle but sincere—it wasn’t just because he declined the call. It was the way he said it. Like no one else mattered. Like she was the only one in the room worth answering to. Without hesitation, he declined the call, scrolled to her contact, and blocked her. He hadn’t spoken to her since the night he stood her up. After Sevyn? He didn’t want distractions. Didn’t want meaningless sex, shallow conversations, or fake affection. He only wanted her.

"I fuck with that,” he said, his tone deep and sure. “You gon’ get that clinic. I feel it.”

Sevyn smiled, heart warming at the conviction in his voice.

She hesitated, then spoke again, quieter this time. “About what you said in the car earlier… about me seeing you…”

Hassan turned toward her fully, his attention locked in.

“I do see you… and you see me too,” she said. “And it scares the fuck outta me.”

He stayed silent, letting her continue.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen. From the first night at the club when our eyes met, it felt like... you weren’t looking at me—you were looking into me. And the way your eyes softened, just for a second, before they went hard again… I’ve never felt that with anyone.”

Hassan’s eyes didn’t leave hers. He didn’t blink. Just listened. “ThenwhenyoutoldmeIwashurtingatRoman’sparty…Ifelt exposed. Offended, even. Not because it wasn’t true, but because you saw it. You saw the very thing I’d been hiding, even from myself. And when you were against therapy, I was actually relieved.”

His brow lifted. “Why?”

She smiled softly. “Because I was scared. Scared that you’d read deeper into me than I’d ever be able to read into you. I’ve spent my whole life helping people heal, Hassan. But with you, I can’t hide. You strip me bare—without even trying. And it’s scary... but it’s a relief too. Around you, I can be vulnerable. And I’m not used to that. So, for all the times you think I see you... just know, you see me too.”

Her voice was steady, but her eyes shimmered with raw honesty. It hit Hassan deep—deeper than anything ever had. She had just put into words what he hadn’t been able to say for weeks.

One beat passed. Then another. And then he couldn’t take it anymore.

He leaned in and crashed his lips against hers, devouring her in a kiss that said everything his words couldn’t. She didn’t hesitate. She melted into it, hands finding his face, mouths moving like they were always meant to.

Whateverthiswas…itwasnomistake.Itwasreal.Itwasheavy.

And neither of them could pretend anymore.

Hassan pushed back from the table without a word, fire in his eyes as he stood and scooped Sevyn into his arms. Their mouths never broke apart. He carried her up the stairs with purpose, her moans threading between their kisses like a song he never wanted to stop playing.

This wasn’t about lust. This wasn’t about sex.

Sevyn was never just a body. Never a way to unwind, forget, or escape. She was the storm and the peace. The comfort and the chaos. And he was about to show her exactly what she meant to him.

He laid her gently on the bed, lips trailing from her mouth to her jawline, then down the soft column of her neck, finding every spot that made her sigh, that made her legs part involuntarily. Her body melted into his like it belonged there. But just when he tugged her tank top up, his urgency turned to recklessness—he ripped it clean off.

“Hassan!” she gasped, breath catching, eyes wide from the raw hunger in his eyes.

The red lace bra she wore nearly made him lose his breath. Butas he stared down at her, something in Sevyn shifted. Her heart was racing, her body was burning—but her mind pushed back, trying to surface through the fog of desire.

“Hassan... we can’t do this,” she whispered, voice trembling. “It complicates things. It complicates me.”

He didn’t stop.

He slid one strap of her bra down, then the other, unhooking it with a slow, reverent touch like it was spun from gold. “I promise I’m not gon’ dip on you again,”he murmured, his lips tracing fire down her stomach, each kiss sealing the weight of his words. “I mean that, Sevyn. I need you more than my next breath.”

Her breath hitched—but she had to stop this. “We can’t do this,” she breathed, even as her body betrayed her, hips rising to meet his hands. “I’m still your therapist.”

“You’re fired,” he said simply.

Her eyes shot open, confused and hurt all at once. “What?”

He yanked off her pants in one smooth motion, revealing the matching red lace underneath. His eyes dragged down the curves of her body like he was memorizing every inch.

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