The apartment was dim, the only light coming from a single amber lamp perched on the coffee table. Tabitha stood by the window, her dark hair pulled into a tight knot, a black leather corset hugging
It wasn’t just a reunion.
It was unfinished business.
The air in my bedroom felt heavier the moment he stepped inside. Not awkward. Not hesitant. Just thick — like the room already
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