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Silas was losing it.
His knees weak, his hand still trembling near his waistband. Heart thumping like he’d just run a marathon—naked.
And then Mateo moved closer.
That smug face tilted slightly. His voice was low, smooth, like silk over fire.
“You need help?” he asked, eyes dropping to where...
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