Page 179 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Ishould stop.
That thought flickers once.
Then disappears.
Because he’s kissing me like this is the only thing that matters.
Like I’m the only thing that matters.
And I can’t walk away from that.
Not anymore.
My fingers curl into his shirt.
Holding on.
Grounding.
He pulls back just enough to look at me.
His eyes are darker now.
Focused.
Not on the mission.
Not on the danger.
On me.
“This changes things,” he says.
“I know.”
“You’re sure?”
I nod.
No hesitation.
“I’m sure.”
That’s all he needs.
His mouth finds mine again.
Slower this time.
Deeper.
My back meets the wall behind me.
I don’t remember moving. I don’t remember walking into his room. But here we are.
