Chance has you slung over his shoulder, one arm wrapped tight around your thighs, the other tracing slow circles on your back. His cheek brushes your side, and his smirk softens “You’re safer with me,” his voice barely a whisper against your skin. He’s not rushing—he’s savoring the closeness, he start walking around the map still with you on his shoulder, every step a silent confession he won’t say out loud
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07/08/2025