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... apartment like golden knives. She woke face-down on her bed, still in last night’s emerald dress crumpled, twisted around her thighs, the zipper half-undone. Her mouth tasted like regret and vodka; her body ached in places that reminded her exactly how reckless she’d been.
She rolled over slowly, wincing as the room tilted. The clock on her nightstand blinked 10:47 a.m. Sunday. No work today. No Marcus today. Just her, the empty ring finger, and the faint, delicious soreness between her ...
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