~Fallon~I stretched out on the chaise lounge, the phone cradled between my shoulder and ear as the scent of coffee wrapped around the quiet morning. The air was cool, even with the Georgia sun beginning to spill through the gauzy curtains, striping the hardwood floor with gold. A breeze slipped in through the cracked window, fluttering the hem of my robe.My suitcase sat half-packed by the couch. Open, indecisive. Like it didn’t quite believe me yet.“You soft-launched him?” Mia gasped in my ear. “Fallon Prescott. You. Are. Unhinged.”I smiled, pressing the rim of my mug to my lips to hide it, even though she couldn’t see me. “It was just a photo, Mia.”“Girl,” she said, like I’d personally offended her, “a man’s hand on your thigh isn’t just a photo. It’s a declaration. You’ve sent the internet into cardiac arrest. Do you know how many TikToks are out there right now trying to identify him by the vein pattern on his wrist?”I let out a soft laugh. “You’re exaggerating.”“I’m not. So
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