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Everything Falling Apart

Auteur: Alwyn Wynter
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-21 09:44:27

Nia's POV

I could barely breathe, the weight of his body pressed down on me.For one terrifying second, his dark eyes flashed with something dangerous, something that made my stomach twist with equal parts fear and unwanted heat.

His hold loosened for a split second .I shoved him with every ounce of strength I had left, both hands slamming into his broad chest. He stumbled back , more from surprise than force. That was all I needed.

I ran.

My heart hammered wildly as I yanked the door op
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