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A long pause stretches between us.

Margot sighs, dragging a hand down her face. “Fine. I’m still mad at you, though.”

I grin. “That means you still care.”

She rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately.”

“Margot,” I say softly.

She lifts her gaze to mine, and for a second, we just breathe. Something shifts in the space between us—something tender and electric.

I lean in slowly, giving her room to pull away.

She doesn’t.

Her eyes flutter shut just as mine do, and then we kiss—soft, unhurried, the kind that sinks into your bones. Her lips are warm, familiar now, and when she leans into me, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

It’s our second kiss.

And somehow, it feels even more intimate than the first.

Like we’re both choosing it.

When we finally part, her forehead rests lightly against mine, but only for a moment. Then she steps back, the spell broken just enough to remind us where we are.

She nudges me gently toward the door. “Now go. I have a long day.”

I grin, still tasting her on my lips, still feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, backing out of the room with my hands raised in surrender.

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the small smile tugging at her mouth before she closes the door.

And I leave, smiling too.

As I step out of Margot’s room, the door clicking shut behind me, I nearly walk straight into Thea.

We both freeze.

She blinks up at me, wide-eyed, hair a little tousled like she just woke up. I feel like a kid caught sneaking out.

“Hi, Thea,” I say, voice a little too bright, too casual.

She squints. “Hi. Thanks again for the printer.”

I scratch the back of my neck. “No biggie.”

There’s an awkward beat.

She nods toward the door behind me. “Is Margot in?”

“Yeah. She’s—yeah, she’s in.”

I’m already halfway turned to escape when she speaks again.

“Your last name’s Reid, right?”

I stop, glance back at her. “Yeah. Cal Reid.”