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Her shoulders tense instantly.

Then slowly, finally, she turns back toward me.

The look on her face almost knocks the air out of my lungs.

Because she’s scared.

Not of me.

Of this.

Of how fast this thing between us is becoming something neither of us can control anymore.

“You don’t get to decide what I feel,” she says softly.

“No.” I hold her gaze. “But I can see it anyway.”

That does it.

Something inside her finally snaps.

Nora crosses the room so fast I barely register the movement before her hands fist in my shirt and her mouth crashes into mine.

Hot.

Angry.

Desperate.

For one solid second I stop breathing entirely.

Then instinct takes over.

My hands lock onto her waist hard enough to lift her partly off the floor as I kiss her back immediately, turning all that fury and tension into something rougher.

Hungrier.

Jesus Christ.

She tastes like coffee and stubbornness and every bad decision I’ve made since she drove onto this mountain.

Nora makes a soft sound against my mouth that nearly destroys what’s left of my control.

“You are so infuriating,” she breathes against my lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I kiss her again before she can keep talking.

Because if she keeps talking, I’m going to say something reckless.

Like stay.

Like mine.

Like don’t fucking leave me with this when the storm ends.