Louise
Elias’s car sits parked right outside the apartment building, the engine still ticking softly as it cools in the quiet street. The streetlights stretch our shadows long across the pavement.
“Just drop me here,” I say, turning to face him on the steps outside the apartment door.
Elias slips both hands into his pockets, tilts his head, and gives me that crooked little smirk that always makes my heart do a silly flip. “Aren’t you gonna invite me up?”
“The last time you came up, we didn’t sleep all night,” I reply, my cheeks warming.
He steps closer, slides his arms around my waist, and kisses me hard. We melt into each other for a long moment, breathless. The wanting in my chest keeps growing and growing. “Stop,” I whisper, pressing a hand to his chest. “We can’t keep going.”
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