Noah brings Aubrey back to his apartment after a charged ride through the city. Neither of them is pretending anymore. The moment the door shuts, desire takes over. They crash into each other—clothes hitting the floor, heat escalating fast—but it’s not just about lust. Every touch between them feels too much. Intense. Real. Noah is torn between wanting to claim her and fearing what she makes him feel. Aubrey, for once, stops running. They don’t just hook up—they connect. Afterward, tangled on his couch, limbs still shaking, she confesses she’s not good at staying. He tells her she doesn’t have to. She just has to come back. And somewhere between their breathless laughter and whispered truths, it stops being a mistake. It starts becoming something else.