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Chapter 66

Penulis: Billie Patsy
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The pasta had gone cold on the plate in front of me, the shrimp curled and rubbery now, the sauce congealed into something that looked more like regret than dinner. I pushed a piece of tomato around with my fork, not really seeing it. The apartment was too quiet except for the soft clink of Cassian’s wine glass against the table every time he took a sip. He was watching me—I could feel it, that heavy, searching gaze he always used when he knew I was hiding something.

I couldn’t look up.

Not when Noah’s photo was still burning behind my eyes: his bare chest, water droplets catching the sunset, that easy grin, the caption that had hit me like a slap.

Thinking about you. Miss the way you tasted.

My stomach twisted every time I remembered it. Not just because of the heat it stirred—because of the guilt that came right after, thick and choking. I’d let him kiss me. I’d let him touch me. I’d let him fuck me on that couch while Cassian was thousands of miles away, probably smiling at Claire
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