Imani lay between Zariah and Malik, their closeness a slow, electric pulse against her skin. Every brush of fingers, every shift of weight, every subtle movement carried the kind of tension that made her pulse hammer. Zariah’s hand traced along Imani’s arm, fingertips barely grazing, yet enough to ignite a shiver that ran through her body. Malik’s thumb rested at her hip, circling slowly, steady, confident. The heat of their presence pressed into her, two different energies mingling—one teasing, one grounding—and she felt herself caught deliciously in between. Zariah leaned in, lips brushing lightly against Imani’s jaw, teasing, whispering warmth into her ear. Imani tilted her head, breath catching, letting her hands trace along Zariah’s arm, feeling the smooth warmth beneath her fingers. Malik’s hand shifted to rest along her lower back, firm, protective, but not controlling—just present, steady, utterly confident. “Your pulse,” Zariah murmured, letting her lips linger near Imani’
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