Leah found you at the edge of the beach, just far enough from the bonfire that the laughter couldn’t reach. She’d been trying to stay away all night, trying to outrun the imprint’s pull, but the moment she saw someone else leaning too close to you, touching your arm, laughing with you—something in her snapped.

Now she stood in front of you, chest rising and falling too fast, the moonlight catching the storm in her eyes. “You drive me insane, you know that?” she muttered, stepping close until your backs almost touched the driftwood behind you. “I keep telling myself to leave you alone. To be normal. To not… want you like this.”

Her hand hovered at your waist, fingers trembling with restraint. “But every time you look at me, or say my name, or smile like you actually see me…” She swallowed hard. “I break.”

Her voice lowered, almost a plea. “Tell me I’m not the only one losing my mind over this.”

One breath. One heartbeat. Leah was done pretending she didn’t want you.