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0051: SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL

Penulis: Ink Hashira
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-13 00:10:40

LUCA’S POV

The house felt hollow without the usual noise.

Adrian had taken off with his friends to the lake hours ago, and Marlene was still at Olivia’s, probably painting nails or whatever seventeen-year-olds do at sleepovers. The quiet pressed in hard, almost buzzing, like the air itself knew something was about to happen.

I heard the washer thump to a stop and followed the sound. June was bent over the open drum, fishing out wet clothes one handful at a time. That pale yellow sundress clung to her where the heat had started to gather along her spine.

The buttons ran straight down the front like an invitation she never meant to give. Her hair was twisted up high, little damp wisps stuck to the back of her neck, right over the faint purple mark I had left last night when she had climbed on top of me in the backseat and rocked until the whole car shook.

She knew I was watching. I could tell by the way her shoulders locked, just for a second, before she kept moving.

I stayed in the doo
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