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... door closed behind Tasha and I was left with only Trent’s laughter ringing in my ears, I felt like I’d just stepped out of a storm. For the first time in weeks, I could breathe without second-guessing myself—because surely, after what happened, she must’ve gotten the message. Which would mean no more hidden traps, no stolen glances, no almost-crossed lines. Just quiet.
And I clung to that thought.
The weekend drifted by in a way I hadn’t felt in a while—light, steady, even simple ...
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