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CHAPTER 98
~Tempest's POV~
"Rylan," I repeated, letting the name roll off my tongue as I tested the way it sounded. It was good, and fitting too. "I'll call you Rylan. It suits you."
His brow arched in question, his curiosity piqued. "Why?"
"Because it feels personal, and that's the only side you've shown me—intimately and privately," I replied, keeping my voice soft yet teasing. "Strong on the outside, but there's a softness hidden there too. And I think I know it, even if just a little."
Flirting and keeping my emotions in check seemed nice and a good distraction but then, a thought crept into my mind.
I hope he knew it was just a fling and nothing more.
I watched his reaction, gauging his expression in the mirror, but his face remained neutral. A flicker of something crossed his eyes, though—a brief, reluctant smile that was gone in a heartbeat.
