Chapter 12: The Rules of Desire
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Ethan didn’t sleep.
He sat in the dark, the taste of Chloe still on his lips, his thoughts in a storm he couldn’t outrun.
He had kissed her back.
Not because of the past.
Not because of pity.
But because Chloe Reed was fire—and for the first time in years, he wanted to burn.
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Morning
He opened the door in scrubs, half-dressed, fully annoyed.
Chloe stood there with two coffees and zero shame.
“You’re not going to invite me in?” she asked sweetly.
“This is a hospital. You can’t—”
She walked in anyway. “You’re welcome.”
Ethan sighed. “Do you ever ask?”
“Do you ever admit you like it?”
She handed him the coffee. He took it, because fighting her was exhausting.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
Chloe leaned on his desk. “So. About last night.”
He froze.
She grinned. “We should do it again. But longer. Less interruption. More tongue.”
Ethan almost dropped the cup.
“Chloe…”
She stepped closer, voice soft now. “You’re not cold, Ethan. You’re scared. There’s a difference.”
“And you’re reckless.”
“Wrong. I’m sure.”
She pressed her hand to his chest. “I know what I want. For once... can’t you admit you do too?”
His walls cracked. She saw it.
Then he pulled her in and kissed her—hard, deep, no holding back.
No hesitation.
This time, it wasn’t chaos.
It was surrender.
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That Evening
The media was buzzing: Chloe Reed Spotted at the hospital . Rumors Swirl.
She didn’t care.
In his arms, in that quiet apartment hours later, wrapped in silence and stolen warmth, she whispered:
“You’re mine, Ethan Walker.”
He stared at her like she was impossible.
“You’re insane.”
“I’m in love.”
He blinked. “You what?”
She smirked. “Told you. I steal what I want.”
His heart thundered. And for once in his ordered, logical world, he didn’t run.
He kissed her again.
Because maybe… just maybe… he wanted to be stolen.
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