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Lena.
I didn’t sleep.
I lay in his bed, his sheets still warm from where our bodies had tangled hours earlier, my legs still aching from how hard he’d taken me in the kitchen. But my mind wouldn’t shut off.
Not with what he said still echoing in my chest.
It’s nothing.
He didn’t mean it. I know that now. I felt the way his hands shook when they touched me. I heard the way he said my name like it held weight in his mouth. He meant everything, he just didn’t want anyone else to know.
And that… that’s the part I couldn’t shake. But I understood.
The silence wasn’t romantic anymore. It was a space filled with things we didn’t want to say out loud. The choices we were pretending we didn’t have to make.
When the clock glowed past midnight and the house finally felt still, I rolled o
