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It doesn't take much more. My body tightens, and a wave of pleasure crashes over me, so intense I black out for a moment. I come with a scream, my vision going white, my body clenching around him.
Derek groans, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release. He collapses on top of me, caging me in with his arms. We lay there, breathing hard, our bodies still connected.
After a moment, he pulls out gently and rolls me onto my back. He runs his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with a mix of wonder and something like regret.
"What’s wrong?" I ask, still catching my breath.
He shakes his head. "Nothing."
I reach up and trace his jaw with my fingers. "Don't think too much, Derek. Just feel."
He leans down and kisses me, slow and deep. When he pulls away, he murmurs against my lips, "You’re dangerous, Hazel."
I smile. "You have no idea."
He stands and helps me up. I pull on my discarded clothes, wincing slightly at the aches and scrapes from the forest floor. Derek watches me, his expression unreadable.
"We should head back," he says, but he makes no move to leave.
I nod. "But you're not ready to let me go?"
He looks pained. "No. Not yet."
"Good." I step close to him, my fingers trailing down his chest. "Because I'm not ready to let you go either."
He takes my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. Together, we step into the forest, leaving the glade behind, the ley lines still humming beneath our feet, and the rest of the night stretching out before us, dark and full of possibilities.
CHAPTER 18
DEREK
She’s gone.
Not, like, gone gone—no missing posters or interdimensional abductions. Her bunk’s still made, her boots still at the door, her scent still clinging to my shirt.
Butshe’s not here.
Not since everything shifted under our feet and I touched her like I couldn’t breathe without it and she kissed me like she finally figured out what I’d been trying not to say for weeks.
And then this morning?
No note or snarky insult tossed over her shoulder.
Just… air.
Empty and too damn loud.
I’ve checked the gardens. The mess hall. The Grove. I even made up a reason to bother Thorn, who raised one very unhelpful brow and said,“Give her space.”
But space doesn’t feel like caution.
It feels like she ran.
And I haveno ideawhy.
I’m standing in front of her cabin now like a jackass. Like a cursed version of a boyfriend I never let myself be.
Her door’s shut.
