Amelia
The shared supply base smelled of dust and dried grain, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and damp stone. It was one of the few areas where soldiers from both the Haven and the outer bunkers crossed paths, trading lists and crates under the wary eye of guards. I had come looking for medicine ledgers, hoping to sort shortages before they spiraled further out of control. Instead, I turned a corner and froze.
Jenny was pressed against the shelving, Adam’s mouth fused with hers. His hand roamed boldly under her shirt, her fingers tangled in his hair. They weren’t hiding this time. They were flaunting it. A pair of soldiers walked past and looked away quickly, though I saw the smirk one failed to suppress. The whispers spread instantly, prickling along my skin like static.
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