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00:00I'm kneeling on the blistering hot concrete shoulder of Interstate 395,
00:05trying to change a flat tire with a donut spare that looks older than my student loan debt,
00:12and I swear the sun is laughing at me.
00:16Of course, I mutter, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
00:22Of course you die on me today, Daisy.
00:25Daisy, yes, Daisy, my ancient powder blue Ford Focus deserves a name.
00:31She's been here for me longer than any man ever has.
00:35I yank on the rusted tire iron and it slips, sending me flying onto my butt.
00:41Perfect. Fantastic. Amazing. 10 out of 10.
00:47This is not even the worst part of my day.
00:50That trophy goes to the fact that I just got fired from my job at Bean Fiend Coffee
00:54for excessively sarcastic customer service.
00:58To be fair, the customer did call me Pumpkin Spice Girl, so I feel like I was provoked.
01:05Now it's noon in bright, blazing Washington, D.C., traffic is screaming by,
01:12and I am one loose lug nut away from walking home.
01:16I take a deep breath, try again, and the metal groans like it's dying too.
01:23Out of nowhere, the sunlight disappears from above me,
01:27like it got swallowed by something massive.
01:30A shadow stretches over my car.
01:34And me.
01:35I freeze.
01:36Please don't be a creep.
01:38Please don't be a creep.
01:39Please don't be a deep voice says,
01:43you're going to break your wrist doing it like that.
01:46I jerk my head up so fast I nearly pull a muscle.
01:51Standing there is a man so wildly out of place on the side of a highway,
01:55he might as well have dropped straight out of a billionaire fashion ad.
02:00Tall, broad shoulders, perfectly tailored white shirt rolled to the elbows,
02:05expensive sunglasses, a watch that probably costs more than Daisy did brand new.
02:12His black SUV idles behind him.
02:14Two men in suits stand by it, watching everything like bodyguards in a movie.
02:20The stranger crouches down next to me,
02:23and I swear my brain forgets how to speak English.
02:27Uh, I manage.
02:29Hi, do you need directions to the nearest private jet runway or something?
02:35His mouth pulls into a tiny, amused smirk.
02:40I'm good, he says.
02:41You're the one stranded.
02:43He reaches for the tire iron, and I instinctively slap my hand over it.
02:48Whoa, hey, I don't know you.
02:51He lifts a brow.
02:53If I wanted to abduct you, I wouldn't do it in broad daylight on I-395.
02:59Yeah, well, you're assuming abductors follow logic.
03:02Another smirk.
03:04Fair enough.
03:06He extends a hand.
03:07Lorenzo Vassallo.
03:09The name tingles in my memory.
03:13I've heard it whispered in the news.
03:15Not quite mainstream, but definitely powerful.
03:19Something about real estate.
03:21International ports.
03:23Maybe philanthropy.
03:24Or maybe I once overheard a guy at a bar swear Lorenzo owned half of Miami.
03:31But standing this close, with the sun outlining the sharp line of his jaw,
03:36I get the feeling he's not just rich.
03:40He's powerful.
03:42Dangerously powerful.
03:43I swallow hard.
03:45I'm Harper Quinn.
03:48He studies my face for a second too long, like he's reading more than I'm giving.
03:54Then he gently moves my hand off the iron and stands.
03:58Keep your fingers, he says quietly.
04:01Let me.
04:02Before I can argue, he loosens every lug nut with a single smooth motion like he's been doing this his whole life.
04:09Okay, I'm sorry, but you're definitely not a regular guy who helps random women on the side of the highway.
04:17Why's that?
04:18You look like you run empires for breakfast.
04:22He laughs.
04:23Actually laughs.
04:24And it does things to my ribcage I'm not emotionally prepared for.
04:29I don't run empires, he says.
04:32Mm-hmm.
04:33I reply, sure.
04:35And I'm Beyonce.
04:37He glances at me.
04:39Eyes glinting behind the sunglasses.
04:41You're not from D.C., are you?
04:44Nope.
04:45I sigh.
04:46Just moved here three months ago.
04:48Still surviving mostly on iced coffee and panic.
04:52That explains the car, he teases.
04:56Leave Daisy out of this, I say, pointing at my poor Ford.
05:00She's trying her best.
05:03His lips twitch like he's trying not to smile too much.
05:06In one minute flat, he gets the tire off, replaces it with the donut, and tightens the nuts with practiced precision.
05:14This man has definitely done this before, which is somehow hotter than it should be.
05:20When he straightens, towering over me, he slides off his sunglasses.
05:26And holy chaos.
05:28His eyes are a deep, warm amber, the color of whiskey and sunlight.
05:33Sharp.
05:34Intelligent.
05:35Focused like he's always calculating something.
05:39I swallow.
05:41Thanks, I whisper, because I suddenly can't trust my voice.
05:46You're welcome, he replies softly.
05:49But that spare is garbage.
05:51You shouldn't drive more than a mile.
05:53I can't afford a tow truck right now.
05:56I admit before I can stop myself.
05:59Or a new tire.
06:00Or honestly, anything except ramen noodles.
06:05His expression shifts.
06:08Slightly.
06:10Something like interest.
06:12Or curiosity.
06:15Get in.
06:16He says.
06:17I blink.
06:20I'm sorry, what?
06:22Get in my SUV.
06:24I'll take you to get a new tire.
06:27I laugh nervously.
06:29Yeah, okay, that's totally something kidnappers say.
06:32If I were kidnapping you, Harper, you'd know.
06:36Not comforting.
06:37Not comforting at all.
06:40Also, weirdly comforting.
06:43I freeze.
06:45Thanks, but no thanks, I say.
06:50I'll figure it out.
06:53He studies me again.
06:55That unreadable intensity making my pulse jump.
06:59You're limping.
07:01I tripped earlier.
07:03You're bleeding.
07:06I glance down.
07:07Small scrape.
07:09Whatever.
07:10It's fine.
07:12It's not.
07:12The two suited men are still watching silently.
07:18The whole thing should freak me out, but strangely, it doesn't.
07:22Or maybe I'm too exhausted to be freaked out.
07:27Lorenzo steps closer, lowering his voice.
07:31You're having a bad day.
07:33Let me fix one thing about it.
07:35His tone is calm, certain, like he's used to being obeyed.
07:42I bristle.
07:43I don't need fixing.
07:46He tilts his head slightly.
07:48Maybe not, but you need a ride.
07:52I gasp again.
07:54I barely know you.
07:56And yet, you just told me about your job, your money problems, and the name of your car.
08:03Okay, fair.
08:06Stuff slipped out when I'm stressed.
08:08I mutter.
08:12Lorenzo gestures toward his SUV.
08:15Come on.
08:16I'm serious.
08:19I'm fine.
08:21Suddenly, my tire, my actual good tire, still strapped to the back of my car, pops clean off the rim and falls to the pavement with a thunk.
08:30I stare.
08:32He stares.
08:34The universe absolutely laughing.
08:38Lorenzo sighs.
08:39Yes, you were saying.
08:43I squeeze my eyes shut.
08:45I hate my life.
08:48His voice softens, almost warm.
08:52Let me help, Harper.
08:55Something shifts inside me then, like a hinge clicking open.
08:59Not trust.
09:01Not yet.
09:02But exhaustion.
09:04And relief.
09:05And something else I'm too scared to name.
09:08I finally nod.
09:13Fine.
09:14But if you murder me, I swear I will haunt you.
09:19His smile is slow, dangerous, gorgeous.
09:25I don't murder beautiful strangers on highways.
09:29I...
09:30My brain stops.
09:33Okay, you can't just say stuff like that.
09:36I just did.
09:38He opens the SUV door for me, and the interior smells like leather, cedar, and money.
09:47My reflection warps in the polished chrome.
09:51As I climb in, he murmurs, buckle up.
09:54The door clicks shut.
09:58No going back now.
10:02The SUV glides onto the sunlit highway, his men trailing behind.
10:07I look over at him.
10:11So...
10:12Who exactly are you?
10:16Lorenzo's fingers tap the wheel once, twice.
10:20And then he says the words that mark the moment everything in my life changes.
10:26Someone who doesn't let things, or people, fall apart on my watch.
10:31His amber eyes flick toward me, and something sparks there.
10:37Something that says I'm not leaving his sight.
10:40Not today.
10:42Maybe not ever.
10:43Lorenzo's SUV glides through DC like it owns every lane it touches.
10:49Honestly, it probably does.
10:50The man drives like someone who has never been homed at in his life.
10:55I'm pressed into buttery leather seats, pretending I'm not hyper-aware of him in the driver's seat.
11:01Calm, unreadable, devastatingly composed.
11:05I clear my throat.
11:06So, uh, do you do this often?
11:10What's this?
11:12Picking up stranded women on the highway like some kind of billionaire AAA service.
11:17A faint smile curves his mouth.
11:20No.
11:21That wasn't very convincing.
11:23I don't pick up strangers, he says.
11:26But you seemed...
11:27Worth the detour.
11:29My pulse does a weird gymnastics flip.
11:32You shouldn't talk like that while I'm trapped in your luxury cage on wheels.
11:37It's not a cage, he says lightly.
11:40You can leave whenever you want.
11:42Can I?
11:43I shoot him a look.
11:45His amber eyes flick toward me, warm and sharp at the same time.
11:50Not until you have a working tire.
11:53Right.
11:54Of course.
11:55We pull into a sun-bright auto plaza with palm-sized American flags
11:59fluttering from the storefront awnings.
12:02A mechanic spots the SUV and immediately jogs over like we're royalty.
12:07His eyes widen at Lorenzo.
12:09Mr. Vassalo.
12:10Sir.
12:11Okay, that's not normal.
12:14The mechanic sounds like he just saw Beyoncé.
12:17Or God.
12:18Lorenzo nods once, barely perceptible.
12:21I need a new tire.
12:23Full set.
12:24Balance.
12:24Alignment.
12:25The mechanic is already shouting for his guys.
12:29This is when something inside me whispers,
12:31Harper, maybe you should panic.
12:34Because regular rich men don't get greeted like generals.
12:38Regular businessmen don't travel with bodyguards who look like they eat steel for breakfast.
12:43Regular good Samaritans don't have strangers trembling at their presence.
12:49Lorenzo Vassalo is not regular anything.
12:53But the sunlight is warm, the sky is a clear, perfect blue, and somehow none of it feels
12:59threatening.
13:00Just intense.
13:01He guides me toward the waiting area, basically a patio with metal chairs and free lemonade.
13:07I accept a plastic cup to keep my hands from shaking.
13:11Okay, says I sitting.
13:13I need you to be honest.
13:15About what?
13:16He asks, taking the seat across from me.
13:19Are you famous?
13:20Or dangerous?
13:22Or like some kind of tech billionaire who secretly moonlights as a vigilante?
13:26He actually laughs.
13:29Quiet.
13:29Rich.
13:30Low.
13:31None of the above.
13:33You're sure?
13:34Because that mechanic practically saluted you.
13:37My family owns a lot of businesses, he says simply.
13:40Like what?
13:42He pauses.
13:43Shipping.
13:44Construction.
13:46Imports.
13:47Exports.
13:49Imports.
13:49Exports.
13:50Industries that always sound normal until they don't.
13:54I sip my lemonade.
13:56So, League Bull?
13:58He arches a brow.
14:00Are you asking if I'm a criminal?
14:03I mean, yeah.
14:05I gesture around.
14:06The vibe is very organized.
14:09He leans back, elbows on the armrests, his expression unreadable.
14:14If I were, would you jump out of the car and run?
14:18Depends.
14:19On what?
14:21Are you planning on killing me?
14:23No.
14:24Then I'm good.
14:25His lips twitch.
14:27You're very calm about all this.
14:29I'm unemployed, broke, and my car just fell apart on federal property.
14:34What else can life possibly throw at me?
14:36His eyes soften.
14:38A job?
14:40His eyes soften.
14:41A job?
14:42I blink.
14:43I'm sorry, what?
14:45You're smart, he says simply.
14:47You're quick.
14:47You don't scare easily.
14:49Those qualities are valuable.
14:50I choke on my lemonade.
14:53Are you offering me a job at the tire shop?
14:55Because honestly, at this point, I'd take it.
14:58Not the tire shop, he says dryly.
15:00Then what?
15:01Before he can answer, one of his bodyguards approaches.
15:04Broad shoulders.
15:05Sunglasses.
15:06Serious face.
15:08Boss, we've got movement at Union Market.
15:10I freeze.
15:11Boss.
15:12Boss.
15:14Lorenzo stands slowly, the sunlight outlining him like a halo with attitude.
15:18What kind of movement?
15:20He asks.
15:21Torres boys.
15:22Checking stalls.
15:23Asking questions.
15:24Torres.
15:25My brain connects the dots instantly.
15:27Rival families.
15:29Rival crime families.
15:31Lorenzo turns to me, and instead of fear, something else flashes in his eyes.
15:37Concern.
15:38Harper, he says quietly, I need you to stay close.
15:41Why?
15:42Do they want something from you?
15:44He holds my gaze.
15:45They take interest in anything that slows me down.
15:48So I'm a liability?
15:50You're a reason.
15:52His jaw ticks, which is worse.
15:54The phrase hits me in the stomach.
15:56A reason for what?
15:58I whisper.
15:59To threaten me.
16:00I grip the arms of metal chair.
16:02Lorenzo, why would they use?
16:05He steps closer, cutting me off softly but firmly.
16:07Because I stopped for you.
16:09He says it like a fact.
16:11Like stopping for me was a move on a chessboard.
16:13Like it meant something he didn't plan for.
16:16My breath catches.
16:17The mechanic races over.
16:19Sir, tires are ready.
16:20He nods and turns to me.
16:22We're leaving.
16:23I scramble up.
16:24Wait, but what if the Torres guys, they won't touch you?
16:27He says, voice turning cold steel.
16:30Not when I'm with you.
16:31Not reassuring, but also weirdly reassuring.
16:35He places a steady hand on my back as he guides me toward the SUV.
16:39It's not possessive.
16:40Not forceful.
16:41More like he's quietly drawing a line around me.
16:44Mine to protect.
16:46The heat rushes under my skin.
16:49Inside the SUV, the tension is thick enough to taste.
16:53Okay, I exhale.
16:54Tell me everything.
16:56Who are these Torres people and what does this have to do with me?
16:59He drives forward, smoothly merging into midday traffic.
17:03The Torres family has been bulldozing their way into D.C.
17:06Trying to buy people, property, influence.
17:08His tone is clipped, controlled.
17:11They're loud, sloppy, and reckless.
17:14That sounds dangerous.
17:16It is, he admits, for anyone in their path.
17:19And I'm in their path because you stopped to help me?
17:23He glances at me, those whiskey gold eyes flickering with something intense.
17:27You're in their path because they think I care.
17:30I inhale sharply.
17:32And do you?
17:33The words escape before I can trap them.
17:35He doesn't answer.
17:36But the air changes.
17:38The silence says enough.
17:40We stop at a sunlit curb outside a small Mediterranean cafe.
17:44White umbrellas, bright flowers, cheerful yellow chairs.
17:47It's crowded.
17:48Public.
17:49Safe.
17:50Eat, he says gently.
17:51You need food.
17:52You need to explain things, I counter.
17:55Over lunch.
17:56My stomach betrays me by growling loud enough for him to hear.
17:59Damn it.
18:00He almost smiles.
18:01Come on.
18:02We sit under an umbrella, sunlight bouncing off the table.
18:06He orders for both of us in fluent Italian, and I try not to melt into a puddle.
18:10So, I say, flipping the fork in my fingers, let's start simple.
18:14Are you a criminal?
18:16No.
18:17Are you associated with criminals?
18:18Yes.
18:20I blink.
18:20You're very casual about that.
18:23It's broad daylight.
18:24Danger fades when the sun is out.
18:26That's not how danger works.
18:28He leans in slightly.
18:29It is when you're with me.
18:32My heart stutters.
18:33And why are you with me?
18:35He studies me, eyes moving over my face like he's memorizing something.
18:39He has no business memorizing.
18:41Because the moment I saw you, I knew I shouldn't drive away.
18:45My breath hitches.
18:46But I did.
18:47And then I found myself pulling over anyway.
18:50The food arrives, saving me from combusting on the spot.
18:53I push my solid around with my fork.
18:55You don't know me.
18:57No, he agrees.
18:58But I want to.
19:00Sunrite pours over the table, catching the edge of his jaw, the gold flecks in his eyes,
19:05the clean lines of his shirt.
19:06For a moment, everything feels bright and suspended.
19:10Like the world is waiting for me to decide something I can't even see yet.
19:15Then, a sharp crack echoes down the street.
19:18Not a gunshot.
19:19Just a vendor dropping a crate of lemons.
19:21But I flinch.
19:23Lorenzo's hand closes over mine instantly.
19:25Warm.
19:26Sure.
19:27Protective.
19:28His voice drops.
19:29I won't let anyone touch you.
19:32I didn't ask you to protect me.
19:34You didn't have to.
19:36Our eyes lock.
19:37Something clicks.
19:38Loud and irreversible.
19:40Like a door swinging open.
19:42He doesn't let go of my hand.
19:44And I don't pull away.
19:46Lorenzo doesn't let go of my hand as we leave the cafe.
19:50The sunlight spills across the sidewalk, bright enough to bleach shadows from the world.
19:55But my nerves don't care.
19:58They're electric.
19:59Too aware.
20:00Too tuned to him.
20:02His thumb brushes once against my knuckles.
20:05Not on purpose.
20:06Or maybe completely on purpose.
20:09I can't tell with him.
20:10Everything he does is calm, controlled, calculated.
20:15Except the part where he stopped for me on the highway.
20:18Where are we going?
20:19I ask as he guides me toward the SUV.
20:22Somewhere public, he says.
20:24And open.
20:25I want eyes on us.
20:27Eyes?
20:28I echo.
20:28Like witnesses?
20:30He opens the door for me.
20:32Like deterrence.
20:33I slide in, buckling quickly.
20:37You know, Lorenzo, your way of protecting me is very stressful chic.
20:42That's not a style.
20:43It is now.
20:45His mouth twitches, but the amber stare he casts down the busy street tells me he's still in high alert mode.
20:51Daylight doesn't calm him.
20:53Crowds don't distract him.
20:55He's a man built to anticipate danger, even when it hides in plain sun.
21:00Once he's behind the wheel, he finally answers my question.
21:04The Therese family thinks making noise in public gives them an advantage.
21:08They forget I grew up being watched.
21:11They underestimate what I can do in broad daylight.
21:14That sounds ominous.
21:16It's not.
21:18He glances over.
21:19I'm done letting them push people around.
21:21Especially you.
21:23My stomach twists.
21:24I don't want to be the reason you get into a war.
21:27You're not, he says.
21:29You're the reason I'm ending one.
21:32Oh.
21:33Great.
21:35Fantastic.
21:36I'm going to need an emotional seatbelt in addition to the physical one.
21:40We drive a few blocks until he pulls into Union Market, the massive, sun-bright outdoor space with food vendors, flower stalls, and crowds moving under umbrellas.
21:51Everything is so colorful, lively, glowing, like the universe is determined to keep the story in daylight no matter what chaos is brewing.
22:00His bodyguards follow at a distance, blending into the crowd like they're somehow invisible despite being built like linebackers.
22:08Lorenzo steps beside me.
22:10Stay close.
22:12Yeah, I'm not exactly planning to wander off and browse artisan honey while rival mobsters roam around.
22:18He gives me a sharp look.
22:21Harper, don't say mobsters out loud.
22:24Fine, I pout.
22:26Dangerous brunch enthusiasts.
22:28His eyes close for a split second like he's trying to center himself.
22:33You're impossible.
22:34You picked me up off the highway.
22:36This is basically on you.
22:38He takes a breath, but his lips curve slightly.
22:40Then he spots something or someone, and his smile vanishes.
22:46Therese, he murmurs.
22:48Two men stand near a flower stall.
22:50Sunglasses, cheap suits, loud voices.
22:54They're acting like this is their turf, pushing vendors around, gesturing with unnecessary aggression.
23:00Lorenzo releases my hand.
23:03I instantly grab his sleeve.
23:05And where do you think you're going?
23:07To end the noise, he says gently.
23:09No, no, you don't get to go start a turf war next to a lemonade stand.
23:15He turns to me.
23:16For the first time since I met him, I see hesitation flicker in his eyes.
23:21This isn't just business, he says.
23:23They're poking to see how far I'll bend.
23:27Then don't bend, but don't break something either.
23:30He studies me like I'm the only thing in the world not making sense.
23:34You're afraid for me.
23:37Obviously.
23:37His jaw softens.
23:40Harper.
23:41And then it happens.
23:43One of the Therese men catches sight of us.
23:46His expression forms the smug, predatory look of someone who thinks he has leverage.
23:52He starts walking towards us with purpose.
23:55I tense.
23:56Lorenzo.
23:56I see him.
23:58The crowd shifts.
23:59People move.
24:00Umbrellas rustle in the breeze.
24:02Sunlight flashes off chrome tables.
24:04Everything is bright, loud, and painfully exposed.
24:09The Therese man stops in front of us, arms wide.
24:13Vassalo.
24:14Didn't expect to see you playing house.
24:17Lorenzo stands tall, hands in his pockets like he's carved from sunrise-colored stone.
24:22What do you want?
24:24He asks calmly.
24:25He glances at me.
24:27Just saying hello to your... friend.
24:30I swallow hard, but meet his stare.
24:33Hi.
24:34We're busy.
24:35Bye.
24:36His lips twist.
24:37You think you can hide behind him, sweetheart?
24:40Actually, I say, voice louder than my courage feels.
24:44I think he's standing in front of me, which is the opposite of hiding.
24:49The man snorts.
24:50She's got a mouth.
24:52Lorenzo's voice drops.
24:55Say one more word to her.
24:58The Therese man smirks like he's enjoying this.
25:01Relax, boss man.
25:02We just want to talk business.
25:05You don't have business with me.
25:08Sure we do.
25:09You made a move today.
25:11I changed a tire.
25:13That wasn't the move I meant.
25:16His eyes flicked to me again.
25:18Oh.
25:19Oh, no.
25:21He's implying I'm leverage.
25:23A vulnerability.
25:25Something they can use.
25:27I feel the blood drain from my face.
25:30Lorenzo steps forward, sunlight hitting the edge of his jaw like a blade.
25:35You don't touch her.
25:37You don't look at her.
25:38You don't say her name.
25:40Ooh, the man taunts.
25:43Sounds like someone's got feelings.
25:46Lorenzo doesn't answer.
25:48But his silence is louder than shouting.
25:51And everyone hears it.
25:54Especially me.
25:55The Therese man leans closer.
25:58See, that's the problem with you.
26:00You think you can play both sides.
26:02But the moment you get attached, you've already lost.
26:08The moment he says the word attached, something in Lorenzo changes.
26:13His stillness turns sharp, focused, dangerous.
26:17Not in a dark way, but in a wild, sun-bright way that feels like heat rising off pavement.
26:24He lifts his chin.
26:27Walk away.
26:28Or what?
26:30You'll find out exactly how much daylight protects you.
26:34The man falters.
26:35Just a flicker.
26:37He looks around.
26:38The crowded market.
26:40The wide-open sun.
26:41The families.
26:42The food vendors.
26:43The cameras.
26:45The witnesses.
26:46Torres muscle or not, he's not stupid.
26:50He steps back.
26:52This isn't over, Vassalo.
26:54Lorenzo's eyes never leave him.
26:56It is if you want to keep breathing fresh air.
27:00The man leaves.
27:02Quickly.
27:04My breath doesn't return until the crowd swallows him whole.
27:08Lorenzo finally looks at me, and the worry in his eyes cracks something open inside me.
27:14I'm sorry, he says.
27:17For what?
27:18For dragging you into this?
27:20You didn't drag me, I say softly.
27:23I walked.
27:25He exhales like he's been holding that breath since the cafe.
27:29Harper, you need to know something.
27:32My heart somersaults.
27:34What?
27:36I've spent my whole life choosing power.
27:39Control.
27:40Distance.
27:41Then today happened.
27:43You happened.
27:45Heat rushes through me.
27:46Lorenzo, if you walk away now, I won't stop you.
27:52I won't chase you.
27:53I'll let you go.
27:55He swallows hard.
27:57But if you stay, I step closer.
28:01If I stay, I won't let anything touch you.
28:05And it won't be because you're leverage or a complication.
28:09It will be because you're the first thing I've wanted in a very long time.
28:14The sunlight gleams off the white tents behind him, turning everything unbearably bright.
28:21My voice comes out small, honest.
28:24I don't want to walk away.
28:27He searches my face like he's making sure I mean it.
28:30Then he lifts the hand to my cheek.
28:33Warm, careful, reverent in the most un-Lorenzo-like way.
28:37Good, he whispers.
28:41Before I can say anything else, he bends his head slightly, and I rise onto my toes,
28:46and the world narrows to the heat of his breath and the gold in his eyes.
28:52The kiss is soft.
28:54Not possessive.
28:55Not demanding.
28:56Just a quiet, perfect collision in the middle of a sunlit market.
29:02People pass.
29:03Umbrellas flutter.
29:04Life keeps moving.
29:05But the moment doesn't break.
29:07Not until he pulls back, forehead resting against mine.
29:12He murmurs,
29:13I can fix your car.
29:15But I'm warning you now.
29:17His thumb brushes my jaw.
29:19Fixing your whole life might take longer.
29:22A laugh breaks out of me.
29:24Bright and shaky.
29:26Try me.
29:27He smiles.
29:28The dangerous kind softened by daylight.
29:31Then stay close, Harper Quinn.
29:34I'm not letting you go.
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30:03You being here means everything.
30:05Thanks for reading, babe.
30:07Thanks for reading, babe.
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