Mine To Find.
Andrew Pope Cody x You.
You knew Andrew wasnโt where he said heโd be. He had that look in his eyes when he left earlier, the one that meant secrets and trouble. And you couldnโt shake the knot in your stomach, the gnawing need to know.
So you tracked him.
The little dot on your phone pulsed on the map, leading you straight across Oceanside. And when you finally spotted him, leaning against his truck outside some bar, talking to a woman who was laughing way too hard at whatever heโd saidโyour chest burned.
You didnโt think, you just moved.
โReally, Pope?โ you snapped, stepping into the glow of the streetlight.
His head jerked up, eyes widening when he saw you. The womanโs smile faltered, and she muttered something before slipping back inside the bar.
Popeโs jaw tightened. โThe hell are you doinโ here?โ
โI could ask you the same thing,โ you shot back, shoving your phone at him, the screen still lit with his location. โYou think I wouldnโt check? You think I wouldnโt find you?โ
His nostrils flared, a dangerous edge creeping into his stance as he stepped closer, towering over you. โYou track me now? That what weโre doinโ?โ
โDonโt turn this on me, Andrew,โ you hissed, heart hammering. โYouโre mine. You donโt get to play games with me.โ
For a moment, neither of you breathed. Then, Pope grabbed your face in both hands and crushed his mouth against yours, rough and possessive. The kiss tasted like anger, like jealousy, like both of you burning each other alive.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice was low and raw.
โYou donโt need to track me, baby. Iโm not goinโ anywhere. You hear me? Youโre stuck with me. And if I ever catch you doubtinโ that againโโ his hand slid down to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, โโyouโll regret it.โ
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