Page 178 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Slow.

Intentional.

Letting it stretch.

Letting it mean something.

Her breath catches against mine.

“Havoc…” she whispers.

I shouldn’t want that.

The way she says my name.

Like it belongs to her now.

But I do.

God, I do.

My hands slide to her waist.

Pull her closer.

And for the first time in a long time—

I feel something other than control.

I feelwant.

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