“You done, Hadley?”

She had just slipped into the dress when Eric’s voice came from the other side of the door, a little too eager.

“Not yet…” she called back—but before she could finish, the door swung open. She was facing away, her back to the door. The zipper of her dress was still undone, revealing a smooth, delicate stretch of skin.

Eric’s eyes darkened. He stepped inside quietly, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and pressed a soft kiss to her bare back.

“Ah—” Hadley gasped, startled.

The scent that enveloped her was unmistakable—warm, masculine, familiar. It had to be Eric. Before she could react, his arms were already around her, pulling her in with quiet force. She instinctively pushed against his chest. “Don’t.”

But he didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur at her ear. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now?”

He turned her in his arms, holding her still. His gaze was dark, focused, burning. “Just one kiss. It’s the changing room—no one’s coming in.” And before she could stop him again, his lips were on hers.

It wasn’t the first time.

By now, Hadley knew better than to resist. He always managed to find her walls and slip past them.

So instead of fighting, she gave in. Her arms slid around his neck, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned into the kiss, surrendering not just to him—but to the moment.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Eric had pulled it shut when he entered, but in his haste, he’d forgotten to lock it.

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She’d come to collect the dress she’d ordered, planning to try it on quickly before anyone else arrived. What she didn’t expect was to walk in on that. There they were—Hadley and Eric—locked in a deep, breath-stealing kiss. A flawless tableau: he, magnetic and sharp-jawed; she, radiant and flushed. Together, they looked like something out of a dream, too striking to belong to reality.

It was Hadley who noticed first. Her eyes snapped open. She pulled back suddenly—hard enough to bite his lip.

“Ow!” Eric winced, drawing back, a teasing scowl on his face. “Really? Was the kiss that bad?”

Hadley gave him a pointed glare and flicked her eyes toward the door. He turned—and there was Linda, casually seated in her wheelchair, watching them with an arched brow and a slow, amused smile, like someone who’d just walked into her favorite drama.

Eric’s expression darkened. He immediately wrapped an arm around Hadley’s back, just realizing that her zipper was undone.

Even if Linda was another woman, no one else was allowed to see his Hadley like that.

With his free hand, Eric reached back and shut the door—this time, turning the lock with a quiet, deliberate click.

“Honestly, look at the chaos you’ve caused!” Hadley flicked her finger against his forehead.

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