The whole next day dragged like sand in my shoes. I couldn’t settle, I kept pacing the cottage, picking up my camera, setting it down again. Every time I sat and crossed my legs the ache flared… deep, sweet, a hot pulse that reminded me exactly how Calder had stretched me open, filled me until my lungs forgot how to pull air. My neck still buzzed where his teeth had dragged; no real bite, just faint red half-moons that throbbed when I brushed them with my fingertips. I caught myself doing it over and over while I stared at half-edited photos on the laptop screen smiling like someone who’d lost their damn mind.By the time the sun set, my skin felt stretched too thin. The moon wasn’t full tonight.I showered twice. Shaved slow and careful until every inch was smooth. I selected a black sundress, with thin straps, stopped at mid-thigh, nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, barely any makeup. I wanted him to see me exactly like this: stripped down, wanting.The lighthouse bar was still
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