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2025-10-04 17:00:31William shut off the shower and stood for a long moment, letting the silence roar in his ears. His body still hummed with the ghost of Ava’s touch, every nerve wired to her memory. He scrubbed his face with both hands, trying to erase her — the taste of her, the sound of her moans, the way she had clung to him like he was the only thing she’d ever wanted.
But Ava wasn’t here. Vanessa was.
He dried himself off slowly, as though delaying the inevitable, then tied the towel around his waist and stepped into the bedroom. The lamp was dim, the duvet rumpled, Vanessa’s silhouette shifting against it. She was still awake as promised.
She rolled over as he slipped beneath the covers, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, her eyes searching his face in the low light.
“You finally made it,” she whispered, her tone soft but weighted.
“Yeah,” he murmured, lying back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Long night.”
For a moment, there was only the sound
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