Chapter 407

William Turner’s breaths were hot and heavy. He dipped his head slightly, like he was about to kiss her—then paused, just staring at her with those dark eyes of his. Their bodies were pressed together, rising and falling with each breath. The air between them was thick with that old familiar tension. Memories they hadn’t touched in a while came rushing back. That one month—they were wild. He never ran out of energy, and she’d beg him to stop every single night. Both of them were clearly thinking the same thing right now, and their expressions said it all. After a long moment, William murmured, “If I start loving you now… am I too late?” Chloe Grace gave a small smile. “Start loving me now? Will, you think love’s something you can just decide to feel like it's dinner or a bathroom break or something?” He tilted her chin up, a bit of tenderness in his voice. “You weren’t always this blunt.” She slapped his hand away. “Well, get used to it.” He whispered, “As long as you give me a chance.