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Chapter 8 We Didn't Kiss, We Collided

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he saw her and almost turned around, almost gave herself the mercy of not facing what didn't matter anymore. But she didn't. She wal

d her, voice softer than she r

a few feet

eck, still searching for wo

wa

I guess I was hurt, not just about... my dad, but bec

at him. "Ar

ked. "I mea

. "Cool. I acce

rs. He took a small step

here's no again. There was barely a before.

ssa

need to forgive," she

didn't l

-

t home, arms crossed, already loaded li

er bag, slumped

her eyes. "Y

m n

r good sex or a curse

fingers through he

brow. "But h

le

ss the couch. "Jesus Chris

didn't

ing, not a guess. "That kind of man doesn'

kno

Because you st

eyes hot and burn

. He memorizes how you fall apart s

I'm not afraid

d like she was already mourning s

-

st a hoodie clinging to her arms, hair curling like static around her fa

e curb where the black car waited like

nk. N

window sl

go

m. Dorian didn't speak. Hands on the wheel. Eyes forward. His jaw w

t be here," h

why ar

oked

wasn'

nger bare

e to talk," s

s all i

out of patience. Their mouths crashed together, no romance, just collision. Heat. Teeth. Need. His other hand slid under he

the console. His hands tugged the hoodie over her chest, and the way h

owled against her neck

you dar

did

scripture. His hand slid down between them and she rocked into it like it was oxygen, li

k and wet and filthy as she moved over him, her back arching, her breath shattering. His mouth foun

murmured agai

shaking. "

or him-hips trembling, nails clawing into his shirt, breat

-

ammering. He didn't speak. He just watched her. Like she was something he wanted t

ou," she

oarse. "You're just scared you'l

rgue,because

-

ade her feel more alive than safe. She dropped her bag on the bed, peeled off her damp cloth

B dr

he

ing up like it knew before her brain caught on. She pi

ile name, just

clic

, too focused to be accidental. A car interior and it was her in his lap. Head t

den c

in the corner like it was

voice-low,

you

somewhere between panic and shame, her heart thuddi

the screen, a m

r: UN

utiful when you broke. Let

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