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... ace buried in her hands. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was loaded. He could hear her breathing. Not calm. Not steady. Just... trying.
He glanced at the floor. Her bra was still there. His boxers were half under the couch. The wine glass hadn’t been touched since last night. Everything looked like a paused scene. Like someone had hit stop and forgotten to come back.
She didn’t say anything for a while.
Then:
"You should go."
Joren turned his he ...
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