Yvonne,The tension thickened the moment his fingers lingered on my skin, staying a second too long. There was a faint tremor in them, hesitant, restrained, yet undeniably charged with something we both sensed and refused to name. My breath hitched, shallow and uneven, as if my lungs had forgotten their rhythm.Our breaths collided, warm and unsteady, mingling in the narrow space between us. We both knew, painfully so, that whatever was unfolding right now would not end well. Still, neither of us stepped back.My chest felt heavy, rising and falling too fast, too loud. His gaze never lifted from my lips, as though the rest of my face had blurred into nothing. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, my fingers curling instinctively against the edge of the pool.The scent of wine lingered between us, sharp and intoxicating, like evidence of a crime neither of us could deny. He hated me, or at least he was supposed to. Yet in this suffocating tension, the meaning of hatred thinned, faded, b
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