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She crosses her arms. Defiant. Always defiant.

He kisses her like he’s drowning.

Then do it. Scare me.

Noah doesn’t look away. Her breath catches. His thumb traces her hipbone through her thin dress. Culpa Mia Google Docs

You have no idea what you’re asking for.

Good.

Try me.

And Nick breaks first.

The air smells like gasoline and expensive leather. Noah flinches as Nick slams the hood of his Shelby GT500.

He laughs. It’s cold. But his eyes—God, his eyes—are burning. She crosses her arms

He turns slowly. The garage light catches the sharp line of his jaw. He’s wearing that black t-shirt. The one with the tiny rip near the collar.

You should be.

(Comment from [email protected]: Someone write the next chapter I am BEGGING) Comments are open. He kisses her like he’s drowning

He doesn’t kiss her—not yet. He rests his forehead against hers. His voice is wrecked.