A rooftop breeze, a heated gaze, and the space between them—charged and shrinking. He says something cocky. She doesn’t laugh.
But she doesn’t walk away either.
Moments later, it’s not the wind that’s making her hair whip.
XOXO, Ashleigh
Mando Calrissian
2025-04-25 08:19:33 +0000 UTC