Death

Chapter 165

"You should... get going. I'll also leave now." Gracie muttered, glancing down awkwardly. Her mind was a chaotic mess—how did things escalate so fast? One second, they were bickering, and the next, his lips were on hers, and she was practically melting into him. She couldn't make sense of it.

Davis didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on her, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her face. "When can I see you again?"

The question hit her like a punch to the gut. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away. "I... I don't know," she mumbled. "It's not like I'm just around whenever you want."

A low chuckle escaped him, and she could hear the hint of frustration in it. He stepped closer, and she instinctively moved back, pulse racing. "You say that, but you keep showing up. Makes me wonder if it's fate."