No scouts.
No mission.
No danger.
Just Olivia against me, kissing me hard enough to make my head spin.
Her hands flatten against my chest, gripping tightly through my jacket like she needs something solid to hold onto.
I deepen the kiss without thinking.
And she lets me.
God, she lets me.
A soft broken breath escapes her.
Then suddenly she flinches.
Tiny movement.
Still enough.
Pain.
I pull back immediately.
Not far.
Just enough to look at her.
Her eyes stay closed for half a second longer before slowly opening.
And there it is.
Everything she’s been trying not to say.
Everything I already know.
Too late now.
Way too late.
“You’re hurt,” I murmur.
Her lips part slightly. “I don’t care.”
The words hit me straight in the chest.
I brush my forehead briefly against hers, fighting for control I’m dangerously close to losing.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I do.”
For one second, neither of us moves.
Then—
“Move.”
