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    As soon as they crossed the threshold, she found herself wrapped in his arms.


    Bang! The door mmed behind them.


    No lights came on. He didn’t let go.


    “Elena, when do you n to make our rtionship official?” Wesley asked, his voice rough against her ear.


    His face was buried in the curve of her neck, lips brushing her skin as he spoke.


    With the way he held her now, Elena almost believed that he truly loved her. But the thought slipped away before she could hold onto it. Love, as far as she was concerned, had never been something worth trusting. Lydia and Jeffry’s rtionship had taught her that lesson well. Back then, Elena believed Jeffry was loyal, and in many ways, he truly had been—at least toward Lydia. However, in the end, he married Evelyn and left Lydia behind, forcing Lydia to abandon the and everything she knew. That was the moment Elena stopped putting faith in love.


    Elena pressed her hands against Wesley’s chest, easing him away before reaching for the light switch.


    With a sharp click, the room snapped into brightness, stripping away every trace of warmth from before.


    “I don’t want us to get tangled in that kind of rtionship,” Elena said, her tone even and unapologetic.


    Silence filled the space between them, stiff and ufortable. Wesley’s jaw tightened as he stared at her. “Is that so? Because you sure didn’t sound like that when you begged me to stay. Were you just using me all along?”


    There was a coldness to her now, as if none of it had mattered. The way they held each other, kissed, shared everything but the final line—she was acting like it never happened.


    Even though they hadn’t crossed thatst boundary, Elena couldn’t deny how well they matched physically. If all emotion was stripped away and it was just about chemistry, Wesley more than delivered. She had needs, and she never lied to herself about them.


    After a brief pause, she met his gaze. “We can keep it casual. Just physical, nothing else.”


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    Elena had thought it through. No messy feelings. No obligations. Just two people who knew how to make it work without pretending it was more than that.


    Wesley, on the other hand, looked like her words had cut him. That suggestion—no emotions, just bodies—lit a fire in him. Not the kind that burned warm, but the kind that scorched. All the restraint he had held onto cracked.


    Wesley’s hand gripped her chin as he pulled her into a hard kiss. “If that’s all you want…”


    A sudden rush of heat swept over Elena as a strong, unmistakably male presence closed in on her, stealing a kiss before she could even register what was happening.


    “Mmm!” The kiss crashed into her like a wave, and as her head tilted back in shock, she lost her footing and collided with the wall—only for arge hand to cradle her head before impact.


    Wesley’s fingers gripped her waist tightly while his other hand kept her face angled toward him, making escape impossible.


    Wesley didn’t hesitate. His mouth pressed harder, prying hers open until his tongue slipped inside.


    With every passing second, their mouths tangled deeper, and he drove her back against the wall.


    There was nothing gentle about it. Like something wild and caged too long, Wesley devoured the kiss, pulling her into him with an intensity that sent sparks dancing down her spine.


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