Cease
She was fire. She always had been. But today, she burned through me like a goddamn wildfire. She had stormed out of my penthouse with all the fury of a woman scorned by the devil himself—and maybe that’s exactly what I was to her now. I watched the door click behind her and did the only thing I could do in that moment. I punched the glass on my bar until it shattered. ⸻ I found her twenty minutes later, storming out of a bar downtown, walking like the sidewalk owed her something. The coat she wore flared in the breeze, and for a moment I forgot the ache in my knuckles. All I saw was the sway of her hips, her jaw locked in rage, and those lips—those heart-shaped lips I’d imagined kissing a thousand times since high school—pressed into a line like a blade. I pulled up beside her and h
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