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... d like evidence of his own inadequacy, and felt the weight settle on his chest like wet concrete.
She’d waited. Over two hours in that library, poured into black lace, wet and aching and his—and she’d waited.
Probably touched herself to pass the time, fingers circling slow, desperate, while she stared at the door that never opened.
Probably checked the handle every few minutes, hope dimming with each empty click.
Probably started ...
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