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I can't look at him right now.....

I cannot actually deal with this. I lacked sleep the whole night because my stupid brain could fucking forget what happened.

I tried everything, I swear I did. My brain just can't seem to forget and neither can my body because it's reacting too much to this. Am I ovulating or what?

I know he's gonna be here today, I don't know. Ugh how am I gonna face him. The worst part is we still have some fucking photo shoot today— wanna know the title of the magazine— hottest couples this year.

I'm not even mad about the headline of the magazine, I'm mad that HE is the one I have to shoot the cover with and that I fucking got kissed yesterday. I didn't even pull back I just went with it and lost myself and now I have badly covered hickeys—and I can still feel how his lips were on mine.

I dressed up in sweats and a hoodie and drove over to the venue of the shoot. I checked myself in the mirror just to make sure the hickeys aren't visible. I walked out onto the set being greeted with smiles by everyone.

I got my hair and make up done but my hickeys are still badly covered. The make up artist noticed and recovered them for me. "I see you had fun miss?"  I looked at her, my face was red. Now why would you tell me that.

I laughed and just let out a small nod. I heard her snickering with the other makeup artists behind me. Ni-ki walked into the room, I immediately ignored his gaze and  looked ahead.

Suddenly he span my chair towards him and gave me a short kiss. Again.....what the fuck is wrong with me. I got up off my seat and grabbed my purse and walked out and didn't say another word.

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Time passed and we were finally done with the shoot. My legs were killing me cause of these heels. I took them off and walked off the set into my changing room to finally get these clothes off and head home.

I got in and began trying to unzip my dress from the back, suddenly I felt a hand unzip it for me. I turned around and locked eyes with Ni-ki. Oh no.

I backed away from him and bumped into the wall behind me. I averted my gaze as much as I can from him.

The air between us was suffocating, thick with something neither of us dared to name.

I should step back. I should push him away, say something cutting, something to break the tension. But I didn’t. I couldn't. Because he was too close now—so close I could feel the heat radiating off him, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around me like a trap.

His breath brushed my lips, his eyes dark and searching, and for a single, dizzying second, I thought he might kiss me. Worse, I thought I might let him....again.

My pulse pounded in my throat. This was dangerous. Reckless. But neither of us moved. Neither of us backed down. His fingers ghosted over my wrist, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, voice rough, almost pleading.

I opened my mouth, the words forming on my tongue. But nothing came out.

Because I  didn’t want him to. And we both knew it.

Ni-ki's pov

My hands curled into fists at my sides, every muscle in my body wound tight as a wire. She was right there—so close I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted just slightly, like she was about to say something but thought better of it.

I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be standing this close, shouldn’t be letting my eyes drop to her mouth, shouldn’t be thinking about how I want her if I just—

No.

My jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving me as I forced myself to look away. This was the line we weren’t supposed to cross. The one they had danced around for too long, teasing, testing, daring.

We already broke the line, but breaking it further meant dangerous love blooming.

My fingers twitched, aching to grab her, to feel the heat of her skin under my hands. I could do it. Just one step, one slip, and we’d both go tumbling into something we couldn’t take back.

But I didn’t. Instead, I dragged in a breath, let it burn through me like a warning, and stepped away.

Because if I touched her now, I wouldn't stop. And that? That would ruin both of us.