CASSANDRA’S POV
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The kiss breaks, but the heat lingers between us, crackling like embers refusing to die. My breath comes fast, uneven, my lips tingling where his just were. Dylan doesn’t move away. His forehead rests against mine, and for a moment, the world feels suspended, balanced on the razor-thin edge of something unknown.
Then, he exhales softly and steps back. The space between us feels colder than it should.
“Now, would you come with me?” he asks, his voice quiet, but there’s something in it—something that makes my stomach twist in uncertainty.
I blink, my heart still racing as I try to process his words. “Where?” My voice is barely above a whisper.
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he extends his hand toward me, palm up, waiting.
A simple invitation.
A choice.
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