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... now—deliberately dragging it out, letting every second stretch like warm taffy. The job was stupid simple, something I could’ve done blindfolded with one hand tied behind my back. But nah. This wasn’t about fixing plumbing.
This was about setting the stage. Letting Isabella’s mind wander, building the kind of anticipation that makes people reckless.
The space was already heating up—small room, my body radiating heat, plus leftover steam from the water damage clinging to the tile ...
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