Enoch booked the private box at the theatre himself. The dark-haired, brooding, actor, fresh off a Netflix lead, was already waiting when Anna arrived in the silver slip dress Enoch had laid out for her.The play was good. The actor was better. During intermission he leaned close and whispered lines from the script against her ear. When the show ended he walked her out into the cold London night and kissed her slowly. He was skilled but Anna felt… nothing.She came home at midnight to find Enoch in the kitchen, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, pouring tea like he hadn’t been waiting for her.Anna kicked off her heels, the silver dress whispering against her thighs as she crossed the room. She walked straight to him, took the mug from his hand, and set it down on the marble with a soft click.“My date kissed me,” she said, voice husky from the wine and the night air. “Properly this time.”She stared at him with one raised brow, daring him.She stared at him with a raised brow as if ask
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