Elena’s apartment felt impossibly small as she stepped inside, the door clicking softly behind her. The night had stretched on above the city, leaving her alone with her thoughts, but the storm from the rooftop hadn’t passed. Every nerve in her body still thrummed with Dominic’s presence, every memory of his closeness pressing against her like a tangible weight. She pressed a hand to her chest, her pulse frantic, as though it could somehow steady her if she concentrated hard enough. It didn’t. The kiss, the brush of his hands, the way his heat had pressed against her all of it lingered like fire on her skin. She had thought she could resist, thought she could maintain the fragile control she had built around herself and her unborn child. But now, control seemed like a word from a different life, one she had abandoned the moment he had stepped onto that rooftop. Elena paced the small living room, running her hands through her hair. “You can’t… You can’t…” she muttered, almost to her
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