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    He remembered how she had once clung to him with relentless tenacity, wearing down every refusal until he finally agreed to date her. Now she acted as though she couldn’t wait to cut ties with him.

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    Images shed–young, chiseled male models crowding around her, one of them toasting her with easy familiarity while she smiled.

    Unease coiled through Weston, dark and sudden.

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    “Weston, put me down-” Laura started, the words dying as his mouth found the curve of her neck. The contact was no gentle kiss; it was a punishing bite, a proprietary mark.

    “What are you doing?” she hissed, voice clipped by urgency, as he pinned her against the back of the door.

    He still cradled her, though the angle had shifted; instead of carrying her sideways, he held her upright, shoulders pressed to the wood.

    Her legs dangled uselessly, toes searching for ground that refused to appear.

    “What do you think I’m doing? I’m your boyfriend–this heat between us is the most natural thing in the world. Unless you feel like crashing to the hardwood and giving the whole hallway a show, you’d better lock those legs around me, tight.”

    “Weston… what exactly are you trying to pull?” Laura was exasperated.

    “Laura, don’t pretend you don’t know.” He pressed even closer, his breath pouring over her skin like warm smoke.

    Her smile froze. In that scant inch of space, she felt the unambiguous shift in his body, a silent announcement of how far his patience had stretched.

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    “D–Don’t start anything crazy. Quinn’s right outside.”

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    He lowered his voice to a teasing whisper, their foreheads almost touching. “We’re a couple. Even Quinn understands that sometimes people in love get carried

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    “Weston–please.” Her face med scarlet. “Anything but… this. If you have other requests, I’ll meet them, I swear.”

    “Anything?” His gaze darkened, each breath rougher than thest.

    She had no idea that the promise spilling so casually from her lips was gasoline on an already roaring fire. Every instinct in him screamed to im her here and now.

    “I’ll… try my best,” she faltered.

    “Then call me every single day.”

    “Every day? That’s such a hassle.”

    A soft knock interrupted them, followed by Quinn’s muffled voice from the corridor. “Laura, are you in there?”

    Laura stiffened, a live wire suddenly yanked taut.

    Weston’s lips brushed her ear. “Why not open the door just like this?”

    He reached for the handle, mischief dancing in his eyes.

    She pped a hand over his, hissing, “Fine–fine, I’ll call every day.”

    Raising her voice toward the hallway, she added, “I… I’m changing clothes, Quinn. What’s up?”

    “Just letting you know I’ll head to the office with you in the morning,” Quinn called.

    “Got it. Try to turn in early, okay?”

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    “Will do. You get some rest, too.”

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    Footsteps retreated, and the hall fell silent. Laura exhaled, shoulders sagging with relief.

    “One more thing,” Weston said, counting off on invisible fingers. “No more hiring male models. While you’re with me, no cheating. And when anyone asks what we are, you say you’re my girlfriend—loud and clear.”

    Laura’s brow knit. The first rule she could stomach; the second made her bristle.

    “If I stay faithful, so do you. No flirting with other women.”

    “Deal,” he agreed without a blink.

    His quickpliance actually surprised her.

    “All right, then. You’ve got your promises–now put me down.”

    He pressed himself close, his face buried in the warm hollow beneath her ear. The hush between them throbbed with the muted drum of their intertwined breaths. “Just a little longer,” he whispered, drawing in her scent as though it were oxygen after a near–drowning.

    Laura stiffened, worry cutting through the heat that still clung to her skin. She shot an anxious nce toward the closed door that led to the next bedroom, where Quinnie was sleeping. “Hey, Weston Windore, you can’t go back on your word!”

    Weston’s voice emerged as a low scrape, rasping against the dark like flint. “If you don’t want me to im you this very second, then don’t make another sound.”

    For years, he had assumed his appetite had withered, a rumor of hunger that never quite reached his blood. There were nights he genuinely wondered if something inside him was broken.

    Yet when his skin brushed Laura’s, his body turned feral, as if some caged beast had scented the moon.

    Every nerve screamed that it could, and would, take her at any moment.

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