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Zoe stills in my arms, her body tensing against mine. That’s all I need. That tiny reaction confirms it—f*****g hell, she’s her. Zoe is Ms. SexyHotAuthor.
The same woman I’ve been low-key obsessed with for months, the one whose words practically burned themselves into my brain every night.
Now? Now she’s here, pressed against me, and all I can think about is how this sweet, nerdy girl is the same woman who writes the filthiest, most addictive stories I’ve ever read.
I don’t know whether to be impressed or pissed.
The thought messes with my head. Zoe, Preston’s little sister—innocent, stubborn, a pain in my ass—and the woman behind all those dirty fantasies that kept me up at night? Yeah, that’s something I didn’t see coming. But it makes sense now, the way she got
