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Claire.
I didn’t sleep much.
After what happened last night, what I let happen, it felt impossible to lie still. I spent hours staring at the ceiling, replaying it all; the way his mouth on my neck, the heat of his hands, the way I came against his thigh like I didn’t belong to anyone, and I was already his.
This morning, I avoided him.
I ate breakfast alone in the guest cottage, scrolling through nothing on my phone, while trying to act like the guilt meant something. But guilt didn’t erase the way my skin still hums. It didn’t drown out the voice that low and dark saying next time, I’ll take everything.
God.
Daniel had left before dawn. A quick kiss on my cheek and a promise to be back in two days. He hadn’t noticed the tension in my shoulders or the sleep still stuck in my eye
