I walk straight back to them.
The moment I step into the room, Alex’s eyes lock onto me—
“Come here,” he says.
I go to him instantly.
His hand comes up, fingers firm at my jaw as he tilts my face toward his, checking me quickly before pulling me into him with his other arm.
“There you are,” he murmurs.
And then he kisses me.
Like he’s putting something back where it belongs.
My hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt as I lean into him without thinking.
He keeps me there for a second, then he pulls back, his thumb brushing slowly along my cheek.
“Next time,” he says quietly, “You come to me.”
“I will take care of you.”
I tilt my head slightly, looking up at him.
“I know.”
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, softer now, his hand sliding down to my waist, holding me close.
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