Midnight Confessions
For a heartbeat, I freeze—mind blank. Then, the moment it hits me, panic slams into my chest. No. This isn’t right. Leo’s lips are still on mine—soft, warm, steady—but I’m frozen. Not because of butterflies but because there’s nothing. No spark. No racing heart. Nothing like the wildfire that ignites when Liam so much as looks at me. I pull back abruptly, breath shaky with my eyes wide. Leo opens his slowly, a small, hopeful smile forming. I step back. “Leo… I—I can’t—” His smile falters. “Sam…” “I don’t feel that way,” I whisper. The words scrape out, barely audible. His expression tightens—not angry, just… disappointed. “I just thought—” “I’m sorry.” I shake my head, grabbing my jacket and clutching it to my chest like armor. “I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea.” He ru
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