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Eva's Pov. I shot Chloe a hard stare while rubbing my body with the strawberry fragrance soap, body wash. “Don't tempt me.” "Okay but he literally grabbed my waist and I swear I blacked out for a second.""Chloe.""I'm just saying! Blaise has this thing he does where—""Chloe, I really don't need the details."She grinned and sank deeper into the tub, bubbles shifting around her shoulders. The bathroom was warm and steamy, candles along the ledge because Chloe couldn't take a bath without making it an event. I sat opposite her with my knees pulled up, good hand resting on the edge, bandaged one above the water."All I'm saying," she continued, completely unbothered, "is that I feel like a newborn baby right now. Boneless. Completely boneless.""Good for you.""It really was." She sighed happily. Then she looked at me. That look. "You're quiet.""Yeah, because you're used to spitting gibberish.”“Hey!” She shot at me. "I'm just saying you're quieter than your quiet." She tilted her h

Dominic Callahan's pov. I adjusted the rope on the lady's left wrist, moving a little further my fingers accidentally brushed the bandage there. I flinched, pausing, eyes narrowing behind the mask. I touched her palm this time making sure it was actually a bandage…and it was. Immediately, the air thickened, and my hand froze. Before I could think straight words slipped out of my mouth. "Who are you?”“Emm” Her voice came shaky. “I thought there's no personal information disclosure? Forgetting something?” Her words hung in the air, a vaguely familiar one that shifted something in my gut. “If you don't mind–”"--- I’m just a girl craving the touch of someone she can't have." She paused and swallowed. Not typical Eva behaviour. “Off-limits.” She continued. Well, It didn't fit—not the voice I half-suspected, the one that haunted my thoughts. Eva? No, too composed, too eager without that familiar nervousness. I pushed the doubt aside, focusing on the heat of her body beneath me, boun

Eva's Pov. I continued staring at the business card and Chloe's mother while Chloe chattered beside me pulling on her cardigan. Lilian Sinclair who was now sitting on the edge of Chloe's bed asking about the holiday like she hadn't just walked in and quietly rearranged everything I thought I understood about last night.I smiled when Chloe's mum looked at me, she was complimenting my friendship with her daughter. I also nodded when she said something about the snow outside. I reached for another chocolate from the container and chewed it slowly and smiled again and the whole time my brain was somewhere else entirely running in circles I couldn't stop.What did Lilian Sinclair have to do with the man from last night?That was the question sitting at the center of everything. Not who he was — I didn't have enough for that. Just this strange ugly knot of coincidence. Her name on a card left behind by the mystery man who fucked me till dawn. And then her face appearing in this doorway t

Eva's pov. We stepped into the attic at the far end of the last floor. It smelled like old wood and Christmas. There were boxes everywhere — decorations, lights, wreaths still wrapped in tissue paper from last year. Lilian had suggested it casually over breakfast and somehow I'd ended up here with her while Chloe stayed downstairs claiming her knees couldn't handle the ladder. Her knees were fine. She just didn't want to clean."This one." Lilian handed me a box. "Careful, the fairy lights tangle if you're not gentle with them.""Got it." I set it down slowly and started unwinding. She worked beside me quietly, efficiently. I wondered how she knew the exact positions of things even after so many years. I kept my hands busy and my mouth carefully sealed. Somehow the taught of starting a conversation with her was terrifying. "Are your parents still in the same place?" she asked, not looking up from the wreath she was untangling. Good. Now I have to discuss with her. "Yes. Same hous