WARNING! THIS CHAPTER IS A MISTAKE AND DOESNT ALIGN WITH THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, Ave."
He turned and walked toward the door.
Her chest tightened at the thought of being alone in the quiet room with her thoughts.
"Wait," she said.
He stopped but didn't turn.
"Stay with me," she said. Her voice softened. "Tonight."
Theron turned slowly, studying her. "I could stay," he said. "But I can't promise we'll only talk." A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
She met his gaze without hesitation. "Do whatever you want with me, Theron."
Something shifted in his expression. The restraint he'd been holding snapped. Theron crossed the room in seconds, his hands gripping her face as his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was intense, urgent, driven by days of tension and unspoken want. She responded instantly, her hands clutching his clothes as if grounding herself.
