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Slap Then Kiss

Sienna Voss came to the rooftop to be alone — she did not expect Declan Rhys to be leaning against the railing like he owned the sky. One sharp word became two, two became a fight that has been building for six months, and then her palm connected with his jaw so hard the sound echoed off every wall. He did not step back. He stepped forward. The gate is locked, the sun is going down, and Declan Rhys is looking at her like the slap was the most honest thing she has ever given him.