Aurora’s POVThe nights had become my personal battlefield.One particular evening, after a grueling day filled with back-to-back exam review sessions and the suffocating pressure of upcoming finals, Theo called. My phone vibrated on the desk beside my open textbooks, his name lighting up the screen like an accusation. I stared at it for several long rings, my thumb hovering over the decline button. Part of me wanted to let it go to voicemail again—to hide in the safety of silence. But the guilt, the love, and the deep ache of missing him won out.I answered.“Baby,” Theo breathed, audible relief flooding his voice. “God, I’ve missed hearing you. It feels like forever.”We talked for a few minutes about surface things—his football practice, my exam stress, how much we both hated the distance. Then, as always, his tone shifted. It dropped into that low, commanding register that used to make my body respond instantly.“Touch yourself for me, Aurora,” he murmured. “I want to hear how muc
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