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Author: Spicy Candy
last update publish date: 2026-04-06 20:16:10

Rhea

The door swung open.

Greg came in first and stopped.

I watched his face as he took in the room. The vodka bottle. Brandon was half-dressed and frozen mid-movement. Jackson was sitting completely naked on the lounge chair like none of this was real. And me standing in the middle of it all with my blouse half buttoned and my hair wrecked and dried tears on my face and the smell of what we had been doing for hours sitting in the air like something impossible to explain away.

I wanted to die.

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