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87. Echoes of Us

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Reese POV

The kiss felt like a wildfire, hot and out of control, and I was burning up in it. Elliot held me like I might slip through his fingers any second, his hands firm on my waist, his body pressed against mine in a way that erased any rational thought. I clung to his neck, my fingers tangled in his hair, lost in that taste I knew so well yet felt so new—like we’d gone back in time, but with all the weight of the present on our shoulders.

Then a sharp cry from outside—“Mommy!”—cut through the air like a knife. It was Avie. My heart jolted, and I pulled away from him in a panic, the cold bathroom air rushing into the space between us. “Elliot, the kids,” I muttered, my voice hoarse, almost breathless, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand like I could erase what had just happened.

He looked at me, his green eyes still dark with desire, his breathing heavy. “Reese, wait…” he started, but I was already unlocking the door, the click sounding too loud in the silence.

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