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Sam's P.O.V. His lips crashed against mine, and the world around us disappeared. For a moment, there was no chaos, no confusion about how we felt, no disapproving parents—just him. His kiss was urgent, almost desperate, as if he was trying to tell me everything he couldn’t say out loud. My hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer even as my mind screamed that this was dangerous, reckless, utterly stupid. But my heart didn’t care. It wanted him, needed him, in a way that made no sense but felt inevitable. The heat between us was intoxicating, but it wasn’t just the fire—it was the tenderness beneath it. The way his hands framed my face like I might break, the hesitation just before his lips met mine again, as if he was giving me the chance to stop this. But I didn’t. I