The clock had just struck midnight when her phone lit up.
“Come outside.”
Her heart skipped. She didn’t reply—she didn’t need to. She already knew it was him.
Wrapped in the silence of the night, she stepped out, the cool air brushing against her skin. And there he was, leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world… yet his eyes said otherwise.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, though her feet kept moving closer.
“And miss you?” he smirked softly. “Not possible.”
There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her—like he already knew she wouldn’t walk away.
“Just for a few minutes,” she said, almost like a warning… mostly to herself.
But the moment she stood in front of him, everything changed.
He stepped closer.
Too close.
Her breath caught as his hand gently found her wrist, pulling her just a little nearer. Not forceful… just enough to make her feel the pull.
“Why do you always do this?” she murmured, her voice weaker than she wanted.
“Do what?” he leaned in, his voice low.
“Make it hard to leave.”
A soft silence fell between them. The kind that felt louder than words.
His fingers brushed lightly against her hand, sending a quiet shiver through her. She didn’t pull away.
Instead, she stayed.
That was her mistake.
Or maybe… her choice.
“Midnight suits you,” he whispered, his gaze dropping to her lips for just a second too long.
Her heart raced. “And you’re trouble.”
“I know,” he smiled. “But you’re still here.”
She exhaled slowly, closing the tiny distance between them, her voice barely a breath—
“Maybe I’m addicted.”
And in that quiet, electric night… she knew she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
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