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He’s completely locked into that journal, like nothing else exists. Myra’s watching him from across the room, waiting, shifting, trying to catch his eye… nothing.
So she stops waiting.
She walks over slow, gets right up on him, pressing in close until he can’t ignore her anymore. That finally does it. Journal closes, focus flips instantly.
The kiss hits first—quick, hungry—like he’s been holding it back. Hands follow, pulling her in tighter, sliding over her body like he’s making up for lost time.
She leans into it, letting him take over at first, then pushing back, matching his energy. Clothes don’t last long. The whole mood changes from quiet to charged in seconds.
He’s all over her now, mouth, hands, not rushing but not holding back either. She’s reacting to everything, pulling him closer, guiding him where she wants him.
By the time they end up tangled together, that journal’s completely forgotten.
Whatever he was writing… this clearly mattered more.