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I DIDN’T MOVE. Couldn’t.
Because if I did—even a breath the wrong way—I’d lose the nerve holding me here. And I wasn’t walking away from him. Not tonight. Not after everything that led us to this terrifying, magnetic f*****g moment.
Enzo was still warm from the shift, heat rolling off him in slow waves that kept brushing my skin and stealing whatever thoughts I tried to form. His eyes were dark, fixed on me like he could feel every thud in my chest before I even felt it. And I hated how true that probably was.
My fingers twitched. My whole body ached to touch him, and my brain kept lagging behind, useless, slow, a few steps behind the wanting.
“You’ve been staring,” he said, voice low enough to drag straight down my spine. The corner of his mouth liftedand it punched a knot into
