Meghan’s P.O.V.
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, it was like a floodgate had broken. Blade turned to me, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a thrill through my entire body. The scent of smoke and sweat clung to him, a reminder of everything we had just been through, but I didn’t care. I reached for him, threading my fingers into his messy hair and tugging him down to meet my lips.
He groaned into my mouth, his hands finding my waist and pulling me flush against him. The heat between us was electric, a fire that no amount of exhaustion could snuff out. My fingers traced the sharp lines of his jaw, rough with stubble, before trailing down to his neck. He was warm, solid, and so utterly mine in this moment.
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