Chapter: 58. Desperate Kisses# Not the way I'd kissed him before — those times had been urgent and desperate, the release valve of too much pressure building too long. This was different. Slow. Deliberate. My hands on his face, tilting him up, learning the specific weight of his jaw in my palms.Finn made a sound against my mouth that moved through me like a current.His hands found my waist. Pulled me closer. I went — no resistance, no calculation, just forward — and felt him breathe out against my lips like he'd been holding something and had finally let it go.I walked him backward.He went easy, trusting, his hands sliding up under my jacket, finding the hem of my shirt. I sat him down on the couch and stood over him and looked at him in the lamp light — flushed, breathing hard, his dark hair falling across his forehead — and felt something in my chest open so wide it almost hurt."Tell me what you want," I said.Finn looked up at me. His hands were still fisted in the front of my shirt, holding on. "I want
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Chapter: 57. I've Wanted You....The words landed simply. No preamble, no hedging, nothing around them.I looked at him. "Finn—""Not for her." Something shifted in his expression. Became very direct, very still. "Not because of her or for her or because of anything except this." He took a single step toward me. "For us. Come over because you want to. Because we've been doing this dance for four years and I am done with the choreography."The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.I could hear my own heartbeat.I thought about four years of fights that were never really about hockey. Four years of getting close enough to feel the heat of him and then finding a reason to create distance. Four years of lying in the dark knowing exactly what I wasn't letting myself have.I picked up my bag."What time?" I said.Something moved across Finn's face. Relief, maybe. Or the specific look of someone who has been patient for a very long time and has just been told the waiting is over."Eight," he said.I walked out without looking
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Chapter: 56. Come Over TonightLUKEI knew something was wrong the moment I saw her.She was doing that thing with her clipboard — holding it slightly higher than she needed to, her pen moving in those precise, controlled strokes that meant she was using the task as a container for something she didn't want to spill. Three weeks of watching Nadia Torres and I already knew her tells the way I knew my own skating stride. The slight lift of her chin when she was managing something. The way her eyes tracked a little too carefully, landing on faces and then moving on before anyone could read anything into it.She was fine. She was performing fine.Something had happened.I ran drills for twenty minutes after practice trying to work out the fury.The ice helped. It always helped — the cold and the speed and the singular focus of blade against surface, the way the rest of the world went quiet when you were moving fast enough. I ran the same sequence over and over until my lungs were screaming and my thighs were burning an
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Chapter: 55. It Matters To MeHe stood outside the glass with his hands in his jacket pockets, his breath a small cloud in the cold, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. He'd changed out of his practice gear into dark jeans and a jacket, his hair still slightly damp.I unlocked the door.He got in without being invited. Closed the door. Settled into the passenger seat like he had somewhere to be and this was it.The parking garage was dark and echoey around us, the low hum of the ventilation system the only sound. A fluorescent light two rows over buzzed and flickered.We sat in the dark and said nothing.Cole didn't ask what was wrong. Didn't offer solutions. Didn't do the thing people did where they filled silence with themselves. He just sat there, his big frame taking up most of the passenger seat, his hands loose on his thighs.After a while I said: "How did you know I was here?""Saw your car when I was leaving. Lights were off." A pause. "You've been sitting here a while.""Forty minutes,
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Chapter: 54. Cole and IThe meeting lasted eleven minutes.I knew because I counted. Watched the clock on the wall behind Assistant GM Patrick Reeves's head tick through every single one of them while he talked at me in that particular corporate register that's designed to sound reasonable while delivering something that isn't.Unprofessional conduct.He said it twice. Both times with the same careful neutrality, like the words were a scalpel he was trying not to press too hard."Someone filed a complaint," he said. "I want to be transparent with you about that, Nadia. We value transparency here.""What kind of complaint?""Conduct unbecoming of a medical professional. Inappropriate relationships with players." He paused. "Nothing specific. No names, no incidents. Just a — concern, raised through the appropriate channels."I kept my face completely still. I'd gotten good at that in my marriage — the particular skill of presenting a smooth surface while everything underneath was moving fast."I see," I said.
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Chapter: 53. Show Me..The thought arrived without permission. Why is it doing this, why is it doing this, why is— "Whitmore." Nadia's voice. Clear and firm from the boards. I didn't move. "Cole." Softer this time. She stepped onto the ice. Skated to us in three confident strokes — she'd been on skates enough to manage it, not gracefully but with the same sure practicality she brought to everything. She put one hand flat on my chest and one on Finn's shoulder. I looked down at her hand. Flat against my practice jersey. I could feel the pressure of it even through the padding. Five points of contact, firm and warm and completely professional. I let go of Finn's jersey. I didn't step back. But I let go. Nadia looked up at me and there was nothing in her face but steady, careful attention, the same look she had when she was assessing an injury, deciding how bad it was. I wondered what she was deciding about me. "Walk it off," she said quietly. "Both of you." Finn skated away without a word. I stoo
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BOUGHT BY THE LYCAN TWINS
"You are ours now, love. Ours to please, and ours for life....."
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Daughter of the Alpha King, and supposed heir to the throne, Alycia Woods, awaited her execution in the hands of her rogue mate.
Overcomed with betrayal and a broken heart, she never would have thought they'd be a way out for her--for a crime she didn't commit.
The Kings of the Lycan Realm: Rowen and Lucien Vaughn, who stormed into her pack and demanded she be sold to them, offering her a deal to be theirs, in exchange for her life.
The Lycan Twins were an epitome of incredible power, insatiable lust and a force to be reckoned with. They came to the werewolf pack for a business and never expected the Alpha's daughter to look so much like their first mate, centuries ago.
Amidst the unspoken rivalries between the werewolf and Lycan Realm, they were completely enamored with Alycia.
Would Alycia adhere to the undeniable attraction she feels towards, not one, but both twins?
Would her plan to use the twins as a means for a revenge as well as exposing their shady deeds backfire on her, or would love win over?
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Chapter: EPILOGUE FEW MONTHS LATERThe early afternoon sun hung high above the Lycan realm, flooding the courtyards with golden light, when Alycia’s scream pierced the stillness. It wasn’t the scream of fear—it was the sharp, raw cry of a woman whose body had finally given way to the inevitable moment.Inside the royal quarters, chaos broke out in an instant. The healers rushed to her side, their arms steady but their faces etched with urgency. Alycia’s tunic clung to her body, damp with sweat, her hair plastered against her forehead. Her water had broken suddenly, leaving no room for calm preparation.She gripped the sheets with trembling hands, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head fiercely, her eyes wide with panic. “Not without them.” Her voice cracked, her words directed at no one in particular.The healers tried to soothe her, tried to steady her trembling body onto the birthing bed in the clinic chamber, but Alycia’s entire being rebelled. She th
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Chapter: 125. Mirror Room Chapter 125“Put me down!” Alycia laughed, struggling lightly in their arms.“Never,” Lucien growled against her ear, his warmth brushing her neck.“Not when you belong exactly here,” Rowen added, his smile soft yet unyielding.They carried her into the quiet of the palace, away from the noise and music. Down long corridors lit only by moonlight, until they reached her chambers. The door closed behind them, muffling the celebration.Alycia’s breath hitched as they lowered her onto the bed, but neither stepped back. Lucien’s golden eyes burned into her, Rowen’s darker gaze softer but no less intense.“You are ours,” Lucien murmured, his hand brushing her cheek.“And we are yours,” Rowen finished, his voice steady.Their lips claimed hers—first one, then the other, a rhythm of fire and tenderness that left her trembling. Their hands moved over her gown, sliding fabric away, worshipping every inch of her. She gasped, clung to them, the world beyond that room forgotten.---She didn't k
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Chapter: 124. Peace Chapter 124Present Time Few Months After Conronation The night sky glimmered with a thousand silver stars, as if the heavens themselves had gathered to watch the moment. Lanterns floated in the breeze, their soft golden glow falling over the grand courtyard of the Supreme Lycan Realm. It had been rebuilt stronger than ever, its marble floors polished until they shone like liquid moonlight, its pillars wrapped in ivy and roses.Lucien stood tall at the head of the dais, his shoulders squared, his black tunic trimmed with threads of silver and crimson. He looked every inch the king he was, his presence commanding without effort. At his side stood Rowen, his twin, his eyes sharp, steady, and proud. Between them, on a throne crafted of black stone and edged with white crystal, sat Alycia. Her gown flowed in ripples of silver and pale lavender, her hair braided with pearls that shimmered with every flicker of firelight.For a heartbeat, silence fell over the thousands gathered. Wolves a
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Chapter: 123. A Moment Worth Remembering Chapter 123. A moment Worth Remembering Many Centuries AgoThe air inside the mirrored chamber felt heavy, carrying silence that pressed against every surface. The walls stretched high, each one covered edge to edge with glass. Dozens of reflections stared back from every direction, creating an endless world of repeating figures. When they stepped into the room, it felt as if a thousand versions of themselves were already there, waiting.He moved first, shoulders stiff, each step echoing sharply against the floor. The mirrors caught his every motion, multiplying it until he seemed to stalk himself from every side. His reflection followed with the same cold set of his jaw, the same tension in his frame, and the sight only deepened the storm boiling in his chest.She lingered near the entrance, her hands trembling as she held them close to her chest. The mirrors framed her fragility, displaying her fear from all angles—her wide eyes, her uncertain breaths, the way her weight shifted as
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Chapter: 122. Flashback SexChapter 122.Ravenna was seen sitting all by herself by the fireplace when her mate, Lucien came in and began to make her feel good, taking all her worried away.One of Lucien’s hands slid down to Ravenna’s ass, gripping her firmly as his mouth captured hers again. “Open for me,” he demanded, his voice low, and she obeyed instantly, parting her lips to deepen their kiss. Her hands roamed his broad back, climbing higher until her fingers were buried in his thick hair. Her nails brushed across his scalp, a silent plea betraying the hunger rising inside her.A groan rumbled in his chest as he kissed her harder, carrying her down the hall with reckless urgency. Something toppled over and shattered against the floor, but neither of them broke apart. If anything, the noise only heightened the desperation between them.Lucien’s hands slid beneath her dress, gripping her ass with his bare palms. “Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth. “You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted this. I never stopped t
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Chapter: 121. Chapter 121Rowen lets out a guttural groan. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful, Alycia.”“She sure is,” Lucien murmurs.Heat floods Alycia’s cheeks at their praise, her body trembling as their hungry eyes devour her. Despite being trapped between their molten-hot bodies, goosebumps prick her arms and a shiver races down her spine. Rowen’s shirt brushes her front, Lucien’s bare chest warms her back—it’s a maddening contrast, and yet all she can think about is peeling Rowen’s shirt away, seeing that toned torso she’s only felt through fabric. She needs his skin on hers.She reaches for his buttons, but he captures her wrists and quirks a brow. “You want this off, princess?”She bites her lip and nods, too turned on to breathe. Her thighs are slick already, her knees weak, and they haven’t even truly touched her yet.Lucien sweeps her hair aside and presses kisses to her neck, making her shiver harder as Rowen undoes his buttons with teasing precision. The shirt falls open, revealing s
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My Fiance's Brother
“Give me one reason, Liv.” He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. “One good reason why I shouldn’t bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.”
My breath caught. “This is wrong, Damon. So wrong.” I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. “You’re my brother-in-law…”
“Not yet, love,” he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. “You’re still engaged to him, but the man you’ll be getting married to…” Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. “…is me.”
I should’ve walked away. I should’ve resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his.
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Olivia have the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted—sweet, charming, dependable. Safe.
She thought she have it all figured out...
Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon—her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago.
The man she’s about to call brother-in-law.
Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn’t asking this time.
Damon wants her back.
And he’ll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother—to make her his again.
NOTE TO READERS:
This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions.
If you’re looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it.
But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains…
Welcome to Olivia and Damon’s world.
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Chapter: EPILOGUE 2ONE YEAR LATER — ZOEY’S POVI liked mornings in our home. They smelled like pancakes and sunshine. Mommy always said the sun hit our windows in a special way, but I thought it was because the sun liked us.Maybe the sun knew we were happy now.I woke up in my big girl bed, hugging Mr. Bunny. Daddy bought him for me when I had a bad dream last month, and he said Mr. Bunny’s job was to chase monsters away. I believed him. Daddy never lied.I climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway on my tippy toes. Mommy and Daddy’s room door was half-open. I peeked in and saw them cuddling like they always did in the mornings. Daddy’s arm was around Mommy, and Mommy’s head was on his chest. They looked so warm and soft, like a picture from the storybooks Mommy read to me.I smiled and whispered, “Mommy?”Mommy lifted her head and smiled back. Daddy rubbed his eyes, still sleepy.“Good morning, baby,” Mommy said.“Come here, sweetheart,” Daddy added, opening his arm.I climbed into their bed, and
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Chapter: EPILOGUE Olivia's pov;It had been months since the chaos that had almost torn our lives apart. Marcus and Layla were behind bars, finally dealt with by the law, and I could hardly believe the freedom we now had. New York had become more than a temporary refuge; it was home. Safe. Full of life. Full of possibility.I woke up one Saturday morning to the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen. Damon was already awake, sitting at the small breakfast table, eyes focused on his laptop, but glancing up at me every so often with that soft, warm look that always made my heart skip.“Morning, beautiful,” he said, closing the laptop as I stretched and walked toward him. His smile deepened when I sat across from him.“Morning,” I replied, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Coffee smells amazing.”“Only the best for my wife,” he said, teasing, but the tenderness in his tone made me smile. “And my little family.”I glanced toward the living room, where Zoey was already playing with her toys on the sof
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Chapter: Finally SafeOlivia's pov;The moment Marcus and Layla were finally taken away, I felt a weight lift off my chest that I hadn’t even realized was there. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the couch, gasping. My hands were shaking, and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. Damon was instantly at my side, his strong arms wrapping around me, holding me like he could absorb all the fear and tension that had built inside me.“Liv…” he whispered, his voice low and trembling just slightly. “It’s over. It’s really over.”I pressed my face against his chest, taking in the steady beat of his heart. I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. After everything—the threats, the attacks, the fear—I finally felt a flicker of safety. Damon’s arms felt like home. They always had. And right now, I realized just how much I’d missed that feeling, that security, that unconditional love.“I can’t… I can’t believe it,” I murmured, my voice muffled against his shirt. “I was so scared… Damon… for
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Chapter: Game Over, MarcusMARCUS;I sat in the dark cell, the cold metal biting into my skin through my clothes. The damp smell of the room filled my lungs, but I hardly noticed. All I could feel was the rage burning inside me, twisting my stomach into knots. How had it happened? How had I been so stupid? I had planned everything. Every detail. Every step. And yet… here I was, trapped, humiliated, powerless.Layla stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her eyes blazing. She didn’t speak, but I could feel her fury radiating through the small space. She was usually controlled, calculating—but now… she was a storm waiting to explode.I ran my hands through my hair, pacing the small area as best I could. “I don’t understand,” I growled. “I had them. I had them both. I had Damon in my sights. Liv was cornered. Zoey was—” I stopped, swallowing hard, my chest tightening. “I was so close. And now…” My voice faltered, anger choked off by disbelief.Layla’s jaw tightened. “Now? Now they’re alive, and you’re locked up like
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Chapter: I Thought I Lost You Olivia's pov;The rain had finally slowed, but the house still smelled of wet wood. My chest was tight, my heart still pounding from what had just happened. The memory of Marcus—the control, the terror, the sheer intensity of his presence—was still fresh in my mind. I shivered despite the warmth of the room.Damon was beside me, his hand tight around mine. I could feel his tension, the lingering adrenaline coursing through him. His face was pale, his jaw tight. He was still processing it too. Neither of us spoke immediately, just sat in the dim light of the living room, letting the quiet settle between us.“Is… is it over?” I whispered, barely audible.Damon’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “I think… yes,” he said slowly, his voice rough. “They’ve got him. The police… he’s caught.”I let out a shaky breath, relief crashing over me in waves. I had thought we’d lost everything for a moment—the house, Zoey, Damon himself. That fear had clawed at my chest, sharp and unrelenting. Just thinking ab
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Chapter: You can't stop me!MARCUS The storm had not let up. Rain pounded against the windows, lightning slicing the darkness in jagged, violent flashes. Thunder rumbled low, shaking the floorboards. Perfect. It added drama to the moment. I was in control—or at least, I thought I was.Liv was there, pinned against the counter, her eyes wide, her body trembling. Every instinct in her screamed to fight, to run, to scream. But she couldn’t move. Not with me here. Not with Damon’s attention divided, not with Layla at the other side of the room distracted by shadows I had planted, precise and calculated.“Stay still,” I whispered, leaning close to her, letting my hands rest firmly on her waist. My lips brushed her temple. “Tonight… this is mine.”Her pulse raced beneath my fingertips. Fear. Panic. Anticipation. She shivered, and I could smell it, taste it almost. Everything I had planned, every detail I had worked through, every precaution—it was all culminating here.Damon… predictable as ever, too focused on her,
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Chapter: FINALEWe ate on the couch with the containers on the coffee table and his laptop open to something neither of us were watching, and it was possibly the most relaxed I had ever seen him. Sleeves pushed up, feet on the coffee table — which he never did, I noted, filed it away — eating Thai food out of a container with a plastic fork without any visible philosophical objection to the plastic fork. "This is good," I said. "Yes." "Better than the seed situation." "That's not a high bar." "It's a bar you cleared, which is what matters." He looked at me sideways with the almost-smile. I bumped his shoulder with mine. We ate in the comfortable quiet for a while. Then I put my container down and looked at the middle distance and said: "I want to teach." He looked at me. "Not pack training. Not Alpha preparation courses or territorial strategy seminars." I'd been turning it over for months, this specific want, never saying it out loud because it felt like admitting to something. "I w
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Chapter: 128. TherapyWithout any pause at all, without even the performance of thinking about it: "Atlas."I looked at him over the top of my phone.He turned a page in his journal."You're insufferable," I said."You're the one reading them out loud.""I hate you a little bit.""Fourteen across," he said mildly. "Seven letters."I looked down at my phone. Fourteen across. Seven letters. I hadn't gotten to it yet.I filled in Atlas and moved on and did not look up because I could feel him almost smiling from across the room.---The afternoon arrived the way Sunday afternoons arrived — gradually, the light going from pale to gold, the day deepening into itself without any particular announcement.I was on the couch with my book. He'd migrated from the armchair to the other end of the couch somewhere around two o'clock, ostensibly with his own reading, though I'd noticed the journal was closed now and sitting on the coffee table.I felt him look at me.The specific quality of his attention was something I'
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Chapter: 127. LettersLEXII woke up before him.That never happened. In all the months of staying here, in all the mornings this apartment had absorbed me into its rhythms, I had never once opened my eyes and found the other side of the bed still occupied. He was always already up — already at the kitchen table or standing at the window with his coffee or simply gone from the room, the warm indent in the pillow the only evidence he'd been there at all.This morning he was still there.I turned carefully, slowly, and just — looked at him.He was on his back with one arm above his head, face turned slightly toward me, completely and genuinely asleep. Not the light watchful sleep I'd felt from him in harder weeks, the sleep of someone still listening for something. This was all the way down. His chest rose and fell in a slow even rhythm and his face had lost everything it carried when he was awake — the vigilance, the careful attention, the controlled quality that lived in him even in relaxed moments.He loo
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Chapter: 126. Making Love🌶️🌶️🌶️We undressed each other in the amber light from the window, unhurried, her sweatshirt going first and then my shirt, her hands flat on my chest for a moment after like she was taking inventory.Her bed was narrow. We worked with it rather than against it — the proximity it required becoming its own thing, the closeness enforced by twin mattress dimensions turning into something that felt intentional.I took my time.That was what her space gave me — the complete and absolute permission to take my time. No professional proximity, no thin walls, no carefully managed sounds. Just her dorm room with Maya gone for the weekend and the two of us with nowhere to be and all night to be nowhere.I pressed my mouth to her throat, felt her pulse jump under my lips. Moved down to her collarbone, the top of her sternum, the soft curve just below it. Her breathing changed — that specific shift I knew now, the one where she stopped managing her responses and just had them."Damon—""I know," I said a
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Chapter: 125. A Guest?I sat down on the edge of her desk chair — her gear on the back of it, her scent on everything in this room in the specific way a space absorbed the person who lived in it — and drank my tea and let her watch me be out of my element for once.She seemed to find it enormously satisfying.We ended up on her bed because it was the only real option.The desk chair was occupied by me and then her gear, the floor had an open textbook situation that neither of us wanted to disturb, and the bed was there — narrow, practical, with the sweatshirt she'd been wearing earlier folded at the foot of it and a book face-down on the pillow marking where she'd been before I arrived.I sat with my back against the wall. She sat cross-legged at the foot of it facing me, mug in both hands, and we talked the way we always talked — picking up threads and following them wherever they went, no agenda, no performance.The setting loosened something in me that I hadn't known was still being held.His apartment w
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Chapter: 124. Invited To Her DormDAMONThe text came at seven-fifteen on a Friday evening.Maya's gone for the weekend. Come over.I read it twice. Not because it was complicated but because it took a moment to register what was different about it. Every other version of this — every other evening, every other plan made between us — ended with her walking across campus to my apartment. Her knocking on my door. Her in my space, my kitchen, my routines.Come over.Her space.I'd been in her dorm room once before. Briefly — in the middle of everything with Vanessa, some errand I couldn't fully remember now, both of us moving fast through a situation that required moving fast. I'd stood in the doorway for approximately ninety seconds and registered almost nothing except that she was there and we needed to leave.This was different.I put on my jacket and walked across campus.-It was strange, being the one walking toward something instead of waiting for it to arrive.The campus had that Friday evening looseness — studen
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