JORDAN My brain freezes. I can’t possibly be considering telling Nadia my name. Not my real name. What we’re doing is already complicated enough, and if she finds out I’m that Jordan—the one she quietly combed half the city for—she might never forgive me. I should’ve been smart enough to prepare for this. To plan the lie. To decide what version of myself I’d offer if she ever asked. But the truth is, I got caught up in her mouth, her laugh, the way she looks at me like she sees something I don’t. I forgot to think. I forgot to protect myself. Forgot to have a damn plan. “I’ve pictured you with a lot of names,” she murmurs, her voice warm against my chest, “but none of them fit. You’re… different.” My breath hitches when she lifts my shirt and presses her lips to my nipple—soft, sensual, completely disarming. I didn’t know that part of me could feel that. A rush of heat shoots through me, electric and dizzying, and I’m suddenly vibrating with desire. To stay grounded, I clear my th
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