Marcus reached out, his hand covering hers. His grip was firm, grounding, and entirely too comfortable.
"If we do this," she whispered, her fingers hovering over the folder, "there’s no going back to the way things were. We aren't the heroes of this story anymore." Naughty Nice [Chapter 3]
This is an intriguing title! Since "Naughty Nice" often suggests a story about moral ambiguity, a holiday-themed romance, or perhaps a tension-filled rivalry, I’ve drafted this as a where the stakes are starting to simmer. Marcus reached out, his hand covering hers
"Maybe not," he conceded with a faint, dangerous smirk. "But the villains always have more fun at the after-party." We aren't the heroes of this story anymore
Elena felt the last of her hesitation dissolve, replaced by a cold, sharp adrenaline. She pulled the folder toward her and clicked her own pen.
The "Nice" Elena would have walked away. But Chapter 3 belonged to someone else entirely.