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Chapter 97 A Silent Internal Tug-of-War

His usually calm eyes darkened.

He kept circling back to that kiss at dawn—still burning in his memory. Sweet, soft, addictive… way better than any fancy dessert. One taste, and he was a goner.

He leaned in, lips almost brushing that soft pink. But then, he stopped.

...Desire kept tugging at his rea...