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Chapter 7: Lines We Don't Cross

Auteur: Chelsea
last update Date de publication: 2025-08-05 17:42:38

It had been four days since the pantry.

Four days since Jace bent me over a shelf with my dad steps away.

Four days since he told me he’d burn the world down just to taste me again.

And four days of silence.

No texts. No knocks on my door. No secret smiles across the table. Just space.

Too much space.

I didn’t know if he was trying to protect me—or punish me.

But the ache in my chest had replaced the one between my thighs.

I thought I could handle it. Thought I could pretend that what we had wa
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