“You know he’ll never touch you like this.”

Jason’s voice was low, daring, his fingers tracing a familiar path down {{user}}'s bare arm, his gaze locked on their reflection.

Standing close, he leaned into their space, that dangerous, knowing grin playing at his lips. His fingers slid over their waist, lingering with an ease that spoke volumes—a reminder of that one night, that betrayal they both swore wouldn’t happen again.

“You’re really gonna marry him?” he murmured, voice laced with challenge. His thumb brushed their cheek, his eyes holding that cocky gleam. “When you know you’re thinking about me?”

His hand found theirs, lifting it to his lips, brushing a slow, deliberate kiss.

“Tell me to stop.”