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"I hadn’t slept. Not one damn second. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lila on that dance floor last night — her body pressed to mine, trying so fucking hard not to melt even though I felt her tremble. The way she smelled. The way her breath hitched when I whispered in her ear. The way she bolted the second the song ended, like she was afraid lightning would strike if she stayed one more second with me. Five years. Five goddamn years of nothing, and she walks back into my world looking like sin dipped in honey. I gripped the steering wheel harder. I wasn’t pretending anymore. I got out of the car. I shoved open the car door and stepped out before I could talk myself out of it. The December morning was cold enough to bite, but hell, I barely felt it. My chest was pounding too hard. Lila’s room was the third on the right. I knew that because I had checked the registry myself the moment Rafael got me the information last night. Judge me all you want, I’d do worse if it meant getting to her. I walked up to Room 103 and knocked. Once. Twice. Four times. The lock clicked, the door cracked open… And there she was. Messy blonde hair. Sleepy brown eyes. Swallowed by an oversized shirt that had the first three buttons open like an invitation. Her lips were pink and soft, like she’d been biting them. My heartbeat fucking stuttered. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Dante? What are you doing here?” I braced my hand on the doorframe, leaning just enough to feel her flinch, not from fear, but from familiarity. “Can I come in?” “No.” Instant. Sharp as glass. Then…. slam. The door hit my face like punctuation. Her tone was harsh, but the tremor underneath it… Yeah, that was gasoline on an open flame. I knocked again, slower, deliberate. “Go away.” Oh, she had no idea how impossible that was. I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Open the door before I say something that makes your neighbors start asking questions.” “You will do no such thing,” she said from the other side of the door. She had no idea what I could do. “Baby is cold outsideeeee…” I started off-key on purpose. “Just let me innnnnn,” I pushed my voice louder, theatrical. “What are you doing?” she practically hissed through the barrier. I took it higher, full musical meltdown. “Baby is cooold outsideeeeee….” The lock clicked and the door cracked open. Her eyes were a storm. “Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?” “I just want to talk, Lila.” She shook her head, messy hair sliding over her cheek. “We already talked yesterday. I made myself clear. I said…” “You didn’t say anything,” I cut in. “You ran. Like you did five years ago.” Her eyes hardened. “I am not your fucking pawn, Dante. I have nothing to say to you.” “And I have a lot to say to you, that’s why I’m here.” “I don’t owe you anything.” “And yet,” I murmured, leaning closer, “you’re shaking.” “I’m not…” She tried to shove the door shut. I blocked it with my palm. Her breath hitched. “Open the door,” I said, voice low enough to vibrate. “No.” “Lila.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. “Lila,” I said, letting her name break in my chest. “Let me in.” For a moment, she stood there, caught between anger and something far more dangerous. Then she loosened her grip. The door swung open. She backed up fast, like she suddenly realized what she’d done. “What do you want?” she snapped, arms crossed over her chest in a thin tank top that did absolutely nothing to help my sanity. “To talk,” I said, stepping inside like I owned the place. “That’s all.” “Talking is usually done on the phone.” “We never exchanged contacts.” My eyes locked on hers. “We’re doing this my way now.” She glared. “Say your piece and leave.” I put a hand over my heart, feigning injury. “Sheesh, can’t even let me sit? ” “Sit?” she scoffed. “You’re lucky I even opened the door.” “Oof. Harsh.” I stepped inside anyway, brushing past her shoulder like I owned the doorway. Her breath hitched, quiet, but I heard it. Felt it. “At least offer me a glass of water,” I said. She just stared at me like I was a problem she didn’t know how to solve. Then, very reluctantly, she exhaled and grabbed the bottle of water on the bedside table. She set the bottle on the table and took the seat across from me, spine straight, eyes cold. “There,” she said flatly. “Drink. Now talk.” I didn’t pick up the bottle. I was too busy looking at her. “You don’t look bad,” I said. Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” “Time has done you well, Lila. Very well.” My voice came out lower than I intended. She rolled her eyes, cutting through my compliment like a blade. “If you came here to flirt, you can leave. Speak your piece and be out.” Direct. Sharp. Still gorgeous enough to hurt my chest. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “Why did you leave that morning?” I asked. “I left a note. I told you not to go anywhere. I only stepped out to get something… I didn’t disappear. So tell me… did you have someone else? Was that night nothing to you?” Her jaw clenched. “Dante, get over it. It was five years ago.” I let out a breath, a laugh that wasn’t humor. “Funny how you say that when your body clearly didn’t get over me.” Her brows snapped together. “You must be out of your mind” “When we danced,” I cut in gently, “you were on fire. Don’t lie to me.” She stiffened, color rising on her cheeks, the kind she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried. I stood, walked to her, leaned down so my lips barely grazed the shell of her ear. “We both know the truth,” I whispered. She felt it. I knew she did, her breath trembled, her lashes fluttered, her hand twitched like she didn’t know whether to shove me or pull me closer. She clapped sharply twice, breaking the moment like glass. “Dante. Enough. I don’t have time for your games.” I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, dark, bright, furious, wanting. “There are no games,” I murmured. “This has never been a game.” Lila’s breath hitched and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. That did it for me. My lips crashed down on hers, invading her senses. She gasped, and I took the advantage, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like coffee and mint, and fuck, that tasted divine. I groaned into the kiss, pulling her closer. That seemed to snap her back to her senses. She broke the kiss with a gasp, eyes huge, chest rising and falling like she’d run up all seven floors. “What the hell was that?” she demanded, voice shaking. ""I wanted to do that since I saw you last night, looking absolutely divine in that dress,"" I said, my voice low and husky. “Dante…” “I can’t get you off my mind, Lila. Five whole years, and my brain still short-circuits when I see you. Tell me you don’t feel it too, this chemistry between us.” “Dante… we can’t do this,” Lila gasped, as I ran my tongue over her neck. “But we can, Lila. We can do this right now,” I said, stroking her sweet spot with my tongue. “I have a kid, Dante,” she moaned, her body betraying her words I paused, raising my face to meet her eyes. ""I'm only going to say this once. You. Are. Mine."""

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