She came for a drink. He had other plans—starting with the way her body fit against his in the mirror, her breath hitching as his hands mapped the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine. No names, no promises, just the heat of a Valentine’s night where the only rule was more. The way he watched her in the glass, the way he made her watch herself—this wasn’t just sex. It was the first time in years she’d felt seen. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure she wanted to stop. Read Preview
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