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⚠️This chapter contains mature content and scenes influenced by aphrodisiacs. It explores themes of lust, jealousy, and psychological manipulation.
"I don't care what you're doing. I don't care what this place put in our drinks," Zaara growled, "he's mine tonight."
Nomi crossed her arms and scoffed. "Please. You had your chance, sweetheart."
Zaara's eyes narrowed. "You think I care what you think?"
And then…without warning, Zaara grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into her.
Then….She kissed me.
Hard.
No hesitation. No permission.
I didn't push her away.
I didn't move.
Something inside me snapped.
Or unlocked.
I kissed her back.
Her lips moved slowly.
It felt like unlocking a door I didn't remember closing.
Like my body did remember a moment like this.
She grabbed my shirt. I grabbed her waist.
Nomi stood frozen..
"…Holy shit," she whispered.
Then…shockingly, Zaara turned, grabbed Nomi by the jaw, and kissed her too.
