Chapter 75 Havoc
Havoc
Ishould walk away.
That’s the first thought.
The only logical one.
But I don’t move.
Because she’s still standing there.
Looking at me like she just handed me the truth and isn’t taking it back.
“I don’t know how to stop this.”
Her words are still sitting between us.
Heavy.
Real.
“You should,” I say quietly.
“Why?” she asks.
Because of Tank.
Because of everything this could break.
Because I don’t get to have something like this.
But none of those words come out.
Because none of them feel true anymore.
“I don’t know,” I admit instead.
Her breath catches.
And that’s it.
That’s the moment everything shifts.
I take a step toward her.
Slow.
Careful.
Like this might disappear if I move too fast.
But she doesn’t step back.
Not even a little.
“Last chance,” I say, my voice low.
“For what?”
“To stop this.”
She shakes her head.
Soft.
Certain.
“No.”
That’s all it takes.
I close the distance.
My hand comes up to her face.
Warm skin under my palm.
Soft.
Real.
And then I kiss her.
It’s not careful.
It’s not hesitant.
It’s everything we didn’t say.
Everything we tried to stop.
Everything that’s been building since the moment she walked into my life.
She responds instantly.
Like she’s been holding it back just as long.
Her hands grip my shirt.
Pulling me closer.
Pain flares in my ribs.
Sharp.
Immediate.
I don’t care.
Not when she’s pressed against me like this.
Not when she’s kissing me like she needs it.
Like I do.
I deepen the kiss.
Slow.
Intentional.
Letting it stretch.
Letting it mean something.
Her breath catches against mine.
“Havoc…” she whispers.
I shouldn’t want that.
The way she says my name.
Like it belongs to her now.
But I do.
God, I do.
My hands slide to her waist.
Pull her closer.
And for the first time in a long time—
I feel something other than control.
I feel want.