José's apartment was a warm glow, the kind of warm that enveloped you like a blanket.I fell into his couch, the cushions was soft, worn, the scented faintly of leather and his cologne, clean and spicy.The coffee table was a neat, on it were some chips, salsa, a bowl of sliced mango, and two iced teas sweating in the heat.My tank top clung to my back,my leggings snug, my sneakers kicked off by the door next to my bag, which I’d tossed without thinking.The drive from my home had been quick, José's sedan humming, his laughter ringing out in the car, my heart still racing from that morning's invitation, his voice teasing, "Just us." And now here we were, the air thick with something unspoken, my body vibrating, Victor's cold text from the previous night a distant ache.José was leaning against the counter, his blue hoodie traded for a black t-shirt, jeans slung low, his smile easy as he fooled with a speaker.He started playing music, a low indie song, guitars strumming, the kind that
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