Her question hung between us, sharp as copper on my tongue. I could taste the hurt in it, but beneath that, something else—a heat that had been building since the first time I saw her sway on that table.

Her question hung between us, sharp as copper on my tongue. I could taste the hurt in it, but beneath that, something else—a heat that had been building since the first time I saw her sway on that table.

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