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I’ll probably spiral a little.

Overthink it all until I’m convinced I hallucinated the whole thing.

Because why would a man like him want a girl like me?

But right now, I don’t want to think.

Tonight, I just want to forget who I’ve been.

The tired, invisible version of myself who tiptoes through life trying not to take up too much space.

Tonight, I get to be wanted.

Claimed.

Touched like I’m precious.

Like I’m the fire instead of the ash.

And Kian—God, Kian—he just did everything right.

The man touched me like he couldn’t breathe without me.

Like my curves were a gift, not a flaw.

Like my softness made me powerful.

He looked at me like I was some kind of miracle.

Like I mattered.

It’s dangerously addictive, that feeling.

Like falling into a dream you never want to wake up from.

And I know it can’t last.

It’s too good.

Too intense. Too fast.

But for once in my life, I’m not going to talk myself out of a good thing.

I’m going to savor this moment.

His warmth beside me.

The way his breath evens out as he sleeps.

The ghost of his touch is still on my skin.

* * *

Because for the first time in forever, I don’t feel broken. I feel alive.

And for tonight, that’s more than enough.

Chapter Twelve-Kian