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Chapter 17: The Photograph

Author: Josh OA
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-20 13:26:56

POV: Lena Moretti

I couldn't sleep. My mouth still felt like it belonged to someone else. Someone who kissed dangerous men on balconies while the enemy watched from inside. Someone who grabbed a man's jacket and pulled him closer instead of pushing him away. I lay in bed for an hour replaying the kiss in fragments. His hand in my hair. The sound I made against his lips. His forehead against mine. That wasn't strategy. I know.

I know. Two words. The most loaded two words I'd ever spoken, and I
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