*Ryder*I froze the moment her soft, pink lips brushed against mine, every fiber of my being screaming to take over and kiss her deeply. “Bella, what are you doing?” I gasped, still in shock. Her sweet, fruity breath mixed with hints of vodka and gin stirred my senses, leaving me intoxicated by her kiss alone.“I want you, Ryder,” she whispered, looking up at me through hooded eyes. It hit me then—she was still drunk, not in her right mind.“Baby girl, you’re not thinking clearly,” I said gently, forcing myself to stay calm. “Sleep for a while, and you’ll feel better.”Carefully, I peeled her arms from around my neck and straightened up, but before I could step away, she caught my hand.“It feels so hot everywhere. Please… touch me,” she pleaded, trying to pull me closer again.Confused, I glanced at her flushed face, noticing the way she writhed on my bed, her parted lips releasing soft, sensual moans. It sent a jolt through me—a potent mix of desire and alarm. My mind raced, trying
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