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... bly in my seat, studying the elaborate pattern of my breakfast plate as if it contains the secrets of the universe. Anything to avoid looking directly at Kate, who sits across from me, sipping her coffee with maddening patience.
My face burns hot enough to fry an egg. Last night replays in my head on an endless loop, her body against mine, her taste on my tongue, the sounds she made when I was inside her. It’s too much to process in the harsh light of day. Every time our eyes accidentall ...
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