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Chapter Eight : Distance
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2026-10-17 21:25:12
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My Husband’s Best Friend Wants Me Chapter Eight : Distance
ElaraNobody moved.Cassian was still holding my hand beneath the running tap, his thumb pressed against the cut. Behind me, Lucien's chair rocked slightly from where he'd shoved it back.Then Cassian let go.He turned off the tap, pulled a dish towel from the oven door, and placed it in my palm."Hold that," he said. "Press down."His voice was flat, almost bored. It was the same tone I'd heard him use at countless dinners, and somehow, that made it hurt more.My hand was shaking. My eyes burned, though I couldn't explain why."Relax, Lucien." Cassian turned to face him, wiping his fingers with a paper towel. "She cut her hand. I'm not a monster.""You don't even like her," Lucien replied."I don't have to like someone to stop them from bleeding all over your floor." He dropped the paper towel into the bin. "Next time, keep her away from the knives."It was exactly the sort of thing he'd have said to me a week ago. The same dismissive tone, the same suggestion that I was a nuisance.
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CassianI didn't give her time to answer.My mouth crushed hers, and she answered with a sound that tore straight through me. Fingers dug into my shoulders, then tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, desperate as if afraid I'd vanish. I lifted her onto the counter; the cake slid sideways, forgotten."Cassian," she gasped."Again."Her hands slipped under my shirt, tracing my bare skin. I swore into her neck, her skin burning beneath my lips, her pulse racing. Ten years of longing, now here she was wild, trembling, calling my name like it was hers."Bedroom," she whispered."Hold me."Her legs locked tight around me as I carried her upstairs, teeth grazing my jaw. Halfway up, she bit my earlobe, and I stumbled, laughing rough and hard. Her breathless laugh filled the space between us real, raw.Lucien's house. His bed. His wife.I set her beside the bed, moonlight catching her wild hair, swollen lips, dark eyes.The voice inside faded."Turn."I slid the zipper down, inch by slow inch,
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