He Tasted Like Trust!

He tasted like trust.

And she used that trust to drug him.

It wasn’t the act that shocked her—it was how easy it was.

How easy it was to part his lips.

To cradle his head like something precious.

To whisper, “I love you,” before pouring the meds into his mouth through a kiss.

A kiss he didn’t ask for.

He didn’t even flinch at first—just let her do it. Half-conscious, fully vulnerable.

She could’ve done anything to him in that moment.

And maybe that’s what scared her most: how badly she wanted to.

Because loving Alwin didn’t make Arya gentle.

It made her reckless.

Possessive.

Addicted.

To the way his lashes fluttered.

To the warmth of his breath against her lips.

To the power of being the only one who could take care of him this intimately.

She locked him in.

She jogged like nothing happened.

And when she came back? He was on the floor with a cigarette between his lips, looking like sin wrapped in smoke.

“You drugged me,” he said without saying it.

And Arya just smiled.

Because no one ever said love had to be soft.

Sometimes, it’s a power play.

Sometimes, it’s a game.

And sometimes?

It’s swallowing your meds from the mouth of the woman who might just break you… in all the right ways.

Welcome to their chaos.

This isn’t love.

This is war.

And she’s winning.

Read the full chapter of The Dating Club Book 3 now.

Come for the heat. Stay for the heartbreak.

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