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Her eyes locked on mine.

“Twister,” she whispered.

That was it.

The pull between us snapped tight.Magnetic.Unstoppable.

I leaned in and kissed her.

Her lips were soft, warm, and hesitant for half a second, then she melted into me.Her arms slid around my neck.My hands flattened against her back.We kissed like we needed it.Like the last week had been building to this moment and neither of us had the strength to fight it anymore.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard.

She looked up at me with her cheeks flushed and lips parted.“Twister...”

I saw the confusion in her eyes.The war waging between logic and want.

I felt it too.The unknown.The damn whirlwind of emotions that made zero sense.

“I know, doll,” I said softly.I pressed one more kiss to her lips.Slower.Reverent.Then I stepped back, just enough to let air pass between us.“Make sure to lock up.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

I looked at her one last time.I wanted to stay.

Fuck, I wanted to stay.

But I couldn’t.

We both needed to figure out what the hell this was.

She knew I wanted her.

Now she had to decide what she was gonna do about it.

I walked to the door, opened it, and stepped outside.The air was cooler than I expected.I turned back and looked through the window.

She was still standing where I’d left her.

“Lock the door,” I hollered.

She startled, then rushed forward and clicked the deadbolt into place.

We stared at each other through the glass for one beat.Two.

Then I nodded and turned down the street.

Headed back to the clubhouse.

This wasn’t something I planned.

Wasn’t something I expected.

But it sure as hell was something I couldn’t ignore.

Chapter Fourteen

Twister