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But that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be wrapped in his arms. I wanted to be kissed and claimed by him. I wanted him to be completely mine. As Nicolas turned to leave, a surge of desperation took hold, and before I knew it, I had reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. He looked back at me, surprise flashing in his eyes, but I didn’t give him a chance to pull away. I closed the distance between us, my fingers gripping his shirt as I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was fierce, laced with all the emotions I had buried—anger, longing, heartbreak. I poured everything into it, paying no heed to the fact that Stella and Chris were just a few feet away in the living room. Right now, I didn’t care who saw or who knew. I was consumed by the heat of the