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Just like us.
I’m dying to know what he said.
But it doesn’t matter.
This was supposed to be just for a grade.
It was never supposed to feel like this.
I turn off my phone and stand to go to bed, swallowing the ache clawing at my chest, when two rapid knocks split the night.
Soft. Hesitant. Hopeful.
I don’t need to open the door to know.
He’s here.
And this time, I’m not sure I’ll let him leave.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jade
The door opens, and every single thing I’ve been trying to keep at bay is right there, staring me in the face.
Drew.
He stands in the hallway, rain-soaked, and breathing like it took everything he had to get here.
His shirt is plastered to body, dark and clinging to muscles I’ve tried way too much time pretending not to notice.
Spoiler: I failed.
Miserably.
His brown eyes lock on mine, and it’s like I feel everything they convey. Wrecked. Determined. Wild.
For a second, neither of us moves.
We just stand there, suspended in the open doorway, caught in the gravitational pull that has been building between us for weeks. Maybe months. It’s unbearable. It’s inevitable.
Then he steps forward. Just one step, but it’s enough. The air fractures, heavy with everything we’ve been refusing to say.
And somehow, I already know?—
If he touches me, I’m done for. There’s no walking away this time.
He doesn’t say a word.
Just closes the distance, jaw clenched so tight I can practically feel the tension radiating off him.
His hand comes up, slow but sure, and when his fingers catch my jaw and tip my chin, there’s nothing hesitant about it. His palm is rough and warm and so, so real.
I should stop him.
I should tell him this is reckless and idiotic and exactly what we said we wouldn’t do. But all I do is lean in, my breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a dare.
His eyes flick down to my mouth, darkening with something wild and reckless.
